The greatest gift of allHeart beats faster. Spine tingles. Palms sweat, or not. Pupils dilate. Eyes shut tight.The greatest gift of all
Flowing through the atmosphere, Turning, billowing, shrinking, flowing, growing. The melodies of life. The great river of soul.
The thing… no its more than just a thing. The greatness that sparks life into all objects.
making passions blaze. sparking memories with just one twinge of its essence. The senses go wild and the air begins to fill. The sweet melodies of life Body Soul And mind.
Greater than all that is great &nbs
Recordings of a lost soulWalking through the cold night air. Trembling to ourselves. Don't show anyone your fear.Recordings of a lost soul
They can sense it, they can feel it.
On the other side of the shadows.
They know we're here. But we don't leave.
Scared out of our minds. Why, then, do we torment ourselves like this? This is the life, this is what we do.
There wasn't a high enough concentration of dead people. Morbid though it sounds. Calming it really is. Peaceful, this place, after dusk. Scared still? Yes! A mixture of feelings through the breeze, churning and bubbli
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Soli Deo Gloria.
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