Oh, oh, God, he's stuck as a little particle,
being fundamental to the universe
but not be able to effect anything,
I say, get a holiday and call it a day,
because there's no point in being a god
if all you do is to be mass
and let the stars reign
with their dust.
God Is A Glue
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Posted 04 July 2012 - 09:39 PM
Go, run like the wind, and the sun will rise in the morning. The golden moment is yet to come, and anything can happen. Everything and anything is possible. Just needs time. Even time is not a barrier. What can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the Reaper? Or for the Gardener? Life, life, life.
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