Our Father who art in heaven...
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation.
But deliver is from evil.
His face and body were scored by the teeth of many others, and he fought as fiercely as ever and more shrewdly. but the strange horse, no matter what the breed or valor, swiftly acknowledged Exorcist's supremacy or found himself struggling for life with a terrible antagonist. And Exorcist was merciless. He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death. He had lessoned from the Devil, and from the chief fighting, and knew there was no middle course. He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time, he obeyed.
Hideous black clouds hung above in the atmosphere blotting out all the light that could be shed through, but wait, it is not morning at all. No it is night, the time at which the demons dance their dance of death, where the shadows seem to call your name. Mother Luna tries her best to let her silvery rays mingle through the darkness, and in some places she succeeds more than others. The darkness of the forest canopy swallows her silks of ivory light, only allowing a few forgotten strands to twist their way from her lips. A chilly night breeze wound its way through the foliage twisting its fingers around each life form it came into contact with, the gales of air were followed close behind by the clammy fingers of a light mist. Night creatures scurried back and forth across the paths and not to far off in the distance a shriek can be heard, the last dying cries of a rabbit picked up and ripped apart by a ravenous coyote. Its very life shut between the sharpened teeth of its trap like jaw, everything was over in only a few minutes and then there was silence once more
.the power of Christ compells you.
Leave with me my love
E x o r c i s t
Plan this for
e t e r n i t y
They say I think like a
V a n n e r
Beneath skies of an azure blue gray, accents lie in a
o n y x a n d i v r o n hue
Choreographed by
u n k n o w n a r t i s t s
I'm built to tower
1 7 . 2 h h
My Heart is held in the hands of
n o n e
our plan is made by a
M a s c u l i n e
These plans were made for you above
I am whom they call
S a m
You may find me with aim on
n a n n e r 6 7 6
|
Feedback: 