there is no rest for those awake to the pain of living without hope
there no peace for those who chose evil over love
there can be no joy to those who give all to hate
we can accept truth or not fear man or god
which will last
who needs who
if we fear
how can be dearly cared for
who can we trust if not truth
where all controlled so who'll be your ruler
Amen
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In The Blink of Her Eye
Time itself bent and morphed, allowing Shannon the precious seconds needed to see and adjust to the disaster unfolding in front of her. Each frame showed minute details she would have missed had the clock not slowed down until she heard every click of the hands as they swept toward the end of everything. If only she was being melodramatic...
By Lisa VanGalen5 days ago in Fiction
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