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The Way We Feed Ourselves
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- The Gentleman's Cry: Salvation And A Peace Of Mind
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- We Were Never Innocent
- Their Jaws Are Set With Knives
- Beware The Brood Of Vipers
- Society's Child: The Anorexic Harlot
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Wonder-mill
"Sometimes the fire child comes out to play, and other times, it's just a cold night. Return and become the moon."
4 comments:
Okay, that is not the hand of God, because we are not puppets to Him. He gives us free choice. The one who would pull our strings would be the enemy, right? So his power is broken, and we will soon be free. (Because she isn't feeling the release yet. The strings are still taut.) Am I close?
At times, I am the one who lashes myself to my own unrelenting hand. I become my own puppeteer, forcing myself to conform to the way I think the world has to be. The strings are nothing but my own.
And at times, it is society's hand we needlessly tie ourselves to.
Jama and Daniel, the nail has directly been hit on the head. I must admit, a job well done. Until we meet again. --The Giggleman
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