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This is the hard part. Knowing that in a moment , my living determines who dies next. When there' s no "blood thirst" that' s the real danger ...considering context. This is the hard part. Being reminded of those claims. 'A ferocious Marksman' somehow scared to take aim. Whether the prey is ready or not what will it change ? When I should be set to **** I fret the pain. IT HAS TO DIE. Now this...THIS is the hard part. Now He' s talking to you. Let it be known there' s no way out of it...only through. Nevermind all that was done be inclined to know what you' ll do. If the guess is that you' ll walk away and wait for another day... will it be true ? What if another day never comes and you don' t even get a clue ? And now all is dark , so dark you can' t feel Me and I don' t see you. That will be the hardest part. Being amongst the dead but none of which I' ve killed. Regretting the one time I should' ve taken a life and a shackle kept me still. This is no painkiller but very much a tough pill... I am now the prey and they , hunt for thrill. This one here... this is REALLY the hardest part. In comparison , all the other parts seem fine. Grappling with this question... I' ve spent a lot of time. A lot of time. Hypothetically , if I never win the hunt , if I never take it' s life , when it' s all done... My Lord , Will You Claim Mine ?
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Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:13 PM UTC
Hypo Hunting
This is the hard part. Knowing that in a moment , my living determines who dies next. When there' s no "blood thirst" that' s the real danger ...considering context. This is the hard part. Being reminded of those claims. 'A ferocious Marksman' somehow scared to take aim. Whether the prey is ready or not what will it change ? When I should be set to **** I fret the pain. IT HAS TO DIE. Now this...THIS is the hard part. Now He' s talking to you. Let it be known there' s no way out of it...only through. Nevermind all that was done be inclined to know what you' ll do. If the guess is that you' ll walk away and wait for another day... will it be true ? What if another day never comes and you don' t even get a clue ? And now all is dark , so dark you can' t feel Me and I don' t see you. That will be the hardest part. Being amongst the dead but none of which I' ve killed. Regretting the one time I should' ve taken a life and a shackle kept me still. This is no painkiller but very much a tough pill... I am now the prey and they , hunt for thrill. This one here... this is REALLY the hardest part. In comparison , all the other parts seem fine. Grappling with this question... I' ve spent a lot of time. A lot of time. Hypothetically , if I never win the hunt , if I never take it' s life , when it' s all done... My Lord , Will You Claim Mine ?
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ToniFromAccounting
Nov 24, 2024
Nov 24, 2024 at 11:13 PM UTC
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