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#saviors
even the strongest even the wisest even the most spiritual saviors have to be saved: through faith. They need you.
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Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
S.O.S. — SAVE OUR SAVIORS (Merry Christmas To All Of You)
So the nature the dirt of the past is crushed under the wave of the future old relics of freedom stuck in the sands of time and an army rises from the ashes of coffee and newspaper stories heroes and nightmares metallic eyes arms tied to strings pulled by those forever gluttons in power since the beginning however silent they pull on their little dancers and we forget our saviors in this ocean this new sea of indifference.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
poem from the bottom of a purse
I mean yes, Fear can rule. But those people- The ones who think They rule fear, The ones who think They are fear, Never account for The few Who stand up straight And spit on Fear They will stand up And slap you, fear, in the face. They are the ones Who will save us all.
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Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Our Saviors
they have been watching us since our birth like concerned mothers watching their babies grow from afar, yet with a close eye they realize that their undisciplined and unworthy children have gained control and have silenced the majority through deception and greed they realize that this has brought the paradise they founded to the brink of apocalypse and they have begun steps to alter this destructive path they are here now they have said hello in the crop circles in the clouds in our dreams the children free of greed free of power driven thought and open to the idea that the beauty given us is all we need to sustain know this it shall happen in our lifetimes the signs are there and soon when they feel we are ready they will end the flight of a bullet or a missile before it completes its life ending path and before us they will proclaim for all the world to hear... 'Enough'
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
it has begun
Each passing millennium and I'm left without. A dying breed and here you stand in doubt, But never leave me in my lonesome Because it kills me and makes me stronger. You wouldn't want to see who I've become, You'd hate me like they did And would wish me dead. You gave your lives for me and I have disappointed you. They say, "Weep child, for you have lost everything." Others have said, "Stand mother, for we give you our faith." It has been seven millennia since I've last spoken to you And now I have my last favor to ask, "Could you ever forgive me for letting you be my hearts?"
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
Vale Sororis