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A Dismal PrayerNow I lay me down to sleep and pray in morn i'll never wake. and If the Lord my soul shall keep, I sign it all for him to take. and When he takes it in the morn, may loving tears begrace the floor- as i stand 'fore him at the gate, my loving friends may pray and mourn:A Dismal Prayer
One cries for me, one cries not. One betake this - (they) cannot. One more damns me, one more laughs- a spectacle to view my last.
Angels 'fore me at the door grace me with your loving presence; and if accept me, I shall go into a place where end's unknown.
Fathe
by ~CureofAngels
Untitled-Is this all I am capable of? Can my will not stretch any longer?Untitled-
It's like trying to breathe- 'cept I'm on the floor gasping for air as if I've smoked 24 packs today.
Damn. How hard can it be? You'd think it was an eternity that brought me to this end. Perfect that my eternity lasts only a month.
by ~CureofAngels
The Breaking MindDoes no morn show itself without the presence of dark clouds? Do the seas not part with their overwhelming force? but rage and obstruct me from salvation? Whom may I confide in?The Breaking Mind
O forthcoming days, Thou dost meet me with constraint: a weight upon my soul brings me against Maat's feather. Laden in Rich's kingdom I am compelled to 'fess my soul 'mongst my troubles I wade and wait for guidance from above.
O love which I confide in I am lost I am lost frend and fellow companions hear my heart hear my heart
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by ~CureofAngels
Pray tell unto Summer's MornPray tell: What comes from the day? The children laugh, the children play The sun shines bright from the sky looking down upon the fields as adults toil among their crops whilst critters run between the grass the cities boom, rural scenes buzy as a hivePray tell unto Summer's Morn
Pray tell: What comes from the day? upon this summer morn? unto which upon God speaks blessed, without scorn
Pray tell: Does the sun shine bright? upon the laden earth? looking from within the skies it guards the children birth
Pray tell the fruits of this summer the harve
by ~CureofAngels
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- Current Residence: US
- Interests: Latin, Classics, Art, Learning, Music
- Favourite movie: Thank You for Smoking
- Favourite band or musician: The Pillows, UVERworld, NobodyKnows+
- Favourite genre of music: Everything
- Favourite artist: Magritte, Mondrian, Bruegel, Vermeer
- Favourite style of art: I like all
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: My Phone
- Favourite game: Pokemon Pearl/Diamond
- Favourite cartoon character: My character Ross
- Personal Quote: "We lie loudest when we lie to ourselves"- Eric Hoffer
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