The blade of the Reaper suspending the eye in the judgement,
All dues in the crossing feed the soul drowning in the breach.
Watch Her Breath Light In The Sun.
Death brings the rain to river and I walk from the shore waiting,
The stones in the river bring hell to the heart of those of us left in our shells.
Watch Her Breath Light In The Sun.
As the truth is denied,
We will fall in the sun.
In the depths of our run,
We let the hell come,
We let the hell come.
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I check in here at your blog from time to time, mostly looking for updates on Shrinebuilder (I am excited), but I have come to find your other posts intriguing as well. They strike a chord with me on some level. I am not eve sure, I fully understand. Stopping by today I have become overwhelmed with the urge to leave a comment. I do not always read all of the comments others leave, but I get the sense that they are missing something. Someone close to you has been dying and might have even recently passed away. During this time, it has caused you to become spiritually introspective. You have opened yourself up to the world in a big way. You have seemingly left yourself vulnerable. You are struggling while searching for answers and some resolution. Whoever this person is, the own a very large piece of your heart, that much is evident. My thoughts are with you. I have been through this struggle more than once, losing two of the most important people in my life at those times.
I will not pretend to offer any clichés or helpful words of wisdom. I do not have any. You must find the peace within yourself. Holding onto spiritual beliefs are sometimes the only thing that got me through those times. Reading you post today and then going back over some of the others, has left me with an unexplainable sense of sadness and even though I don’t know you….I do know what you are going through and I hate for anyone to have to go through it and feel that pain.
Sincerely,
Michael
The cave. We're still shackled up in this shit - and we're not coming out until the last breath exhales out of our lungs.
I love these words. I hearing in the long and dark night a voice. It's a long story. Once upon a time.....in my life...... A sun shine...... and the STONES FROM THE SKY..... I hearing the wind....maybe AN OFFERING.....but UNDER THE SURFACE.... it's the END OF HARVEST.... it's a time to PURIFY, to EXIST,to DESCENT....but all is EMPTY ..... Maybe i've just a STERILE VISION or just a PAIN OF MIND but i know one day. It will be the TIME OF GRACE. Your work is a great inspiration for my life and my Familly. Take Care.
Bye from the Mustard City ;)
-E
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