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Sunday, May 08, 2005

Mantra

Woman is created from the rib of a man
Not from his head, to be above him
Nor from his feet, to be walked upon
But from his chest, to be hugged
Near his arms, to be protected
And close to his heart, to be loved.


Something that I have to reiterate over and over again, to mortals out there, take it as a warning and let not woe fall upon the race of Mankind. The one race who selflessly engage in one's own destruction without mercy. And I take no credit for the mantra, for it is not mine.

Your servant
Aristocrat

Ave Maria :23:43   3 comments

3 Comments:

At 3:04 am, Blogger thoughts said...

The red color on ur blog seems like blood spilled over black marble....Nice lines...

 
At 2:20 pm, Blogger tussand said...

*smiles* I shall take that as a compliment. Doesn't red look lovely against black?

 
At 11:43 pm, Blogger Joanna said...

It definitely does.

 

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They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
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I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
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Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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