Out of the night that covers me,. Black as the pit from pole to pole,. I thank whatever gods may be. In the fell clutch of circumstance. I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance. My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears. Looms but the Horror of the shade,. And yet the menace of the years.

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When the Seventh seal is opened and the Seventh Angel rides on a white horse into battle, Satan and his lies. The Seven Angels shout from heaven up above, as the horseman slays the devil and the whole world shall be judged. There is a straight and narrow pathway that leads to paradise, or the broad and traveled highway that leads to your demise.

It was early evening and I was tired. Waiting until the last minute to get ready, my desire to stay home increased with each passing moment.

A couple bytes about me. The Ideas of my crazy mind. I Ask Only That You Stand. Because Words and Sticks are Different but So Very Much the Same. Spread Wide, Wings of Hope. On Lines for a Relative Life.

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One of my favorite posts from the past! Signposts on The Way. There was a moment, a few days ago, when the worried thoughts, that seem to entangle me all too much as of late, stopped and I felt peace. Best Viewed in Full Screen Mode. View this document on Scribd.