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In the paradox of the beginning of time, God gave Grace green grass. To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine, To spread this green fern around the world at last. Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth, Green grass for the world as a new birth. To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy. A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch, Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy. But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much. Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom, And the descendants of Grace where few. Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true. Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,   Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water. Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow. Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas, Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities. Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns. With no other actions but to stay small in size. In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men, Causing them to fall in folly and contempt. But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past, Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
God Gave Grace Green Grass
In the paradox of the beginning of time, God gave Grace green grass. To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine, To spread this green fern around the world at last. Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth, Green grass for the world as a new birth. To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy. A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch, Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy. But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much. Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom, And the descendants of Grace where few. Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true. Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,   Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water. Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow. Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas, Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities. Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns. With no other actions but to stay small in size. In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men, Causing them to fall in folly and contempt. But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past, Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.
St_Samiel
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25/M/Enslaved abyss
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
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