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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.
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
When you see HIM, all other visages will fade in his searing presence
The moon has been replaced by three saviors. Now, your dreams will only get better.
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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.
