I saw Him on my nightly walk and looked away, since He wasn't THERE. I looked inward to Him inside my eyes, and began to sing in prayer.

Although I am pushed ever closer to madness by nights of fearful insomnia, my faith is unshaken, driven by paranoia to a fever pitch, until God himself erects his essence in my weary bedroom

I found her here in the cold mist, and never left, never wanted leave. Flesh stock still and eyes unmoving, I pray to her. I pray to GOD. I PRAY TO GOD. I PRAY TO GOD. I PRAY TO GOD.

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The moon has been replaced by three saviors. Now, your dreams will only get better.

When you see HIM, all other visages will fade in his searing presence

Birth may be painful, but your child will be beautiful.

mommy said we would never be able to fly. but we found a way.

Hush now, Children and show no fear. The Man in the Moon, he is the engineer.

Glance in my eyes and see the eternal shadows dancing.

That's when the thing wearing mommy's skin sat up

Hiding in the woods

Good Bye

It is time to come home.

The desanctified have arrived

happy

X

The ungodly writer, the one behind the mask, the one who counts the stars.

Quit

knock knock, who’s there? knock knock, who’s there? knock knock̴̡̨̡̙͔͕̗̠̠͙͕̥̱̎̂͊̀̐̚͝ ̸̦̱̜̩̘̹̙̑̊̊́͐w̴͙̣̓̉̃͋̐͒̂̅̎̕͘h̵͔̣̘̗̝̏́̿̈̾̈́̆͜o̴̮̤̫͊͌̉̓̏̚’̶̡̡͈̬̠̳͓̥̜̫̈̉̂͒̒̂ͅṣ̴̖̱̻̥͍̝̲́́̔͗͘

Open up and let the LIGHT inside

I'm going to need a couple of hours alone here fellas.

Women at Adolf Koch's socialist body culture school. 1930s

How many moles on her body?