I looked to heaven And saw an endless sea of Pyramids, with God’s Eye shining above. Among them flew angels and Powers pulsed throughout.
Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
Sixteen hooves clatteredToward Pennsylvania Ave.,Sixteen hundred. Pale Rider approached theGolden king of fire, whoBowed his head and knelt. Weeping and gnashingHis teeth, he cried “at
I want there to be A new numbering of the Years, so that it says, “Before me,” “after me.” I want to have changed the
Hairy hands, broadly Built blacksmith, craftsman, barrel Chested, devoted Husband to Laura. Of the Tuatha de Danaan. All was green forest. “Patience,” he counsels. “For
Lord, I am your servant. I pray that all I receive today would be friendly, encouraging, and would help me to be better. I pray