Whispers of A Blue Moon

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

My apologies to interrupt the story that I was telling. There's a few more parts to the Prelude but...

I have to make a choice again. Whatever I choose, I'll be damned for it..

I believe I'll have to vanish from this face of the earth for some time...

To decide on the road that I'll be on...


Ave Maria :20:17   1 comments

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At 12:46 am, Blogger . : A : . said...

So do I!

 

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
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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