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Grey an’ sleek. Strong an’ at your peak. This moment is yours! The first steps taken with man, All in the palm of your hand! But no hand you bare, Instead rough padding and claws that are handle with care. We gifted this name to the one whom fights our demons, To overcome any trail and error. He is.. Hercules.
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Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 12:35 AM UTC
An ode to the Gods
I saw the Christian men, doing Christian things. A martyr Larp for some, and yet others more genuine. I told them I respected their courage, if not their faith. This was not a lie. There is something admirable in conviction.. They prayed for me, hands on my shoulders.. To whom, and for what, I did not know, nor did I care. But a man should know what he would die for, and then live for it. These Christians are simple people but not completely without a point, nor without some warmth. I’ve met worse Christians than these.. ..They’ve met worse heathens than me.
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Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
The awkward Christian men, a stream of consciousness poem;