#thy carries falsehoods

[ego-meliorem-esse]

Say the truth. You're so obsessed with France that over the years hate as become love.

bud i dont think Arthur has a Tumblr account

also how dare you i cultivate my hatred like a fine kept garden making sure no weeds of love are allowed to flourish

[cast-you-dxwn]

“They shall be my dearest warriors, these mortals who give of themselves to me.”

“Blessed be the Lord, my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.”

The cold of the chambers marble floor bites through Emmanuel’s skin, chilling his knees to the bone. He does not move, his head remains bowed, eyes fixed upon the swirls of the floor upon which he kneels, upon the black bodysuit which encases him, unadorned save for his name stitched into the breast. The chill of the air is far from his mind, and the words cut through to his very soul.

The words of the Fabricators, their odd mechanical buzzing quality as they stand at his side, unmoving, the censers swinging in their right hands emitting a fog of sweet-smelling smoke, clasped in fingers that he cannot tell whether they are armored or made from steel themselves. The words of Saint Michael, standing before his kneeling form, his blade in his right hand, his left raised in supplication. He can feel the Seraphs gaze upon him. But he dares not raise his eye.

“They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest weapons will they be armed.”

“My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and He in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me.”

He is aware of the Fabricators at his side moving, turning, and as if by instinct he is compelled to stand, rising on unsteady feet. He spreads his feet, holds his arms to the side, but still, he does not raise his head. There is a mechanical whirring, and angelic steel encloses around his forearms, vambraces that shine in the guttering light of the torches that line the room. Yet more whispering of metal, his hands bound in gauntlets that seem weightless, yet carry the burden of ten thousand men.

“They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines such that no foe can best them in battle.”

“Lord, what is man, that thou takest knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that thou makest account of him? Man is like to vanity: his days are as a shadow that passeth away.”

Emmanuel is afraid. Why is he afraid?

Yet more steel is piled atop him. Pauldrons that latch to his shoulders, greaves and cuisses that clad his legs, a cuirass that encases his torso. It all fits perfectly, and he can feel the metal fingers of the Fabricators pressing over every inch, checking seals and connections even as status lights flash green, then fade into blue.

“They are my bulwark against the Terror.”

“Bow thy heavens, O Lord, and come down: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke. Cast forth lightning, and scatter them: shoot out thine arrows, and destroy them. Send thine hand from above; rid me, and deliver me out of great waters, from the hand of strange children; Whose mouth speaketh vanity, and their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.”

Will it be enough?

His eyes squeeze shut, his teeth dig into his bottom lip until he tastes both light and iron. He thinks of Claudia, weeping in his arms the day he’d received his orders. He thinks of Maria and Ximena, clinging to his legs as though they alone could weigh him down and keep him home. They had been so small when he had left. He remembers how his last thoughts had been of them, laying in the dust of that bombed out street in Fallujah, praying that he might just hold them one last time.

Lord, am I worthy?

“They are the Defenders of Creation.”

“That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace: That our garners may be full, affording all manner of store: that our sheep may bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our streets: That our oxen may be strong to labour; that there be no breaking of walls, nor going into captivity; that there be no cries in our streets.”

He can feel the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks even as his breath shudders from his lips. The things he has seen. The things he has done. What makes him fit to stand here, in the presence of Heavens Sword? What makes him worthy to wear this armor, where surely there stand a multitude of those more righteous?

“They are my Legionnaires.”

“Blessed is the people of whom this is true.”

How can a wretch like me enter Your service?

For a moment his vision darkens as the helm is slid over his head, and his breath catches as it seals, hissing with the rush of pressurization. Then his world bursts once more into light, his visor feeding information to his eyes almost faster than he can comprehend. His heart rate, blood pressure, the exact components of the incense that fills the air, the rustling of the Fabricators wings that had once been imperceptible, the shifting of the Trueborn Legionnaires that stand outside of the chamber.

A massive weight rests upon his shoulder. A hand. And it is only then that he dares to raise his head. He meets the silvered eyes of Saint Michael. They are hard, but not unkind. Understanding, yet carrying of great expectation.

Emmanuel feels the fear slowly melt from him, and though his breath shakes, though the tears finally cut their paths down his shaven cheeks, his jaws sets. His heart stills in its pounding.

“They shall know no fear.”

“Blessed is the people whose God is the Lord.”

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.

[titleknown]

HELLOWEEN # 5: MIINOS

-MIINOS is a Great Judgement of hell, with 44 courts and 12 jails to his name. He may give false judgements to thy enemies, transmogrify dwellings into labyrinths and haul 320 stone of burden across a road. He appears as a man in chains with the head of a bull and a great scales across his back like a yoke-

In hell, there is the possibility of advancement to true diabolatry for souls that are canny and ruthless enough. And yet for most of them, they are consigned to the lower ranks of hell, all their ambition that consigned them to damnation only allowed enough egress to make the misery of their lowliness all the greater.

Thus is the case of King Minos the Second, his hellish name obnoxious to say perhaps as a joke on his personage.

While one may associate Minos the first with the courts of hell, for reasons I was unable to ascertain, one would not intuitively associate his descendant of many follies with them too.

And yet, he is, but in the lowliest possible way, more akin to a piece of equipment than a true judge, he is utilized as a means of analyzing data and determining guilt or innocence. Albeit, in an unorthodox way.

In that, whatever he says, the opposite reading is taken, guilty means innocent and vice-versa. Perhaps that is his reputation for bad judgement proceeding him. That is, when he is not utilized simply for menial labor, in-between his transport to the courts.

One might pity him until one talks to him. His ego was unspeakable, continuously self-justifying for his many sins related to the Labyrinth which he carries a piece of still within.

I did not bring the subject to mind, he simply spoke of it unprovoked. Though, speaking as one who knows both the other stories of the Minotaurs or the true tragic path of Daedalus after his escape and loss, I will assert Miinos' self-justifications are selective at best and generally made up of half-truths and total falsehoods.

Perhaps if you had been a true father to Asterion this would not have happened, you son of a bitch.

-Xavier X. Xolomon , Monsterologist and Understudy to The Librarian Of Babel  

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I basically made this guy as an improv-thing, and when giving him the bull head I thought of Judge Minos and how there's apparently two Minoses, and the whole story followed from there.

And yes, for the record, the whole reverse-judgement thing was inspired by the Quintessons.

As per usual the whole descriptions, designs, ectcetera from this project are free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!

[shilohxovo]

A Story I'm making

So I'm making a story and this is how it is so far it might change later though:

A maiden with locks of red did recline upon her resting place within her chamber, clad in her night attire. Though the sun had ascended to the sky, slumber still graced her form.

"Constance," a voice, low and unfamiliar, did utter. "Constance," the voice did sound again. Now roused, her eyes of hazel did swiftly unseal, yet no other presence did her sight perceive but herself and a raven, perched upon the sill.

Striving to shoo away the raven yielded no success, prompting her to rise and attire herself in garments meant for daylight. With a final glance toward the raven, she departed the chamber, her siblings already begun upon their day's tasks.

Constance descended the stairs, her parents' gazes met hers, laden with inquiry regarding the lateness of her slumber. She perceived their silent interrogation. Reluctant was she to speak a falsehood, yet she yielded to the temptation, knowing deceit to be a transgression. "I was ailing, and thus I tarried in sleep's embrace," she uttered, though in her heart she knew the tale to be untrue. "Forgive me for not beseeching your consent beforehand."

In truth, her nocturnal pursuits had drawn her into the bosom of the woods, driven by an unwavering curiosity that characterized her tender years. Alas, innocence outshone wisdom, leading her to venturesome endeavors amidst the woodland's shadows.

Her parents exchanged a knowing glance before her mother, a woman of gentle demeanor, spoke. "Dear Constance," she began, her tone soft but tinged with concern, "thy health is dear to us. 'Tis well that thee found rest, though we hope thy ailment does not persist."

Her father, a man of wisdom acquired through the passage of years, added with a measured nod, "A goodly night's sleep hath its virtues, yet perchance seek the counsel of thy mother or myself should such ailment recur. We are here to provide care and guidance, as parents ought."

And so, the parents' words carried the warmth of parental concern, unaware of Constance's true nocturnal escapades amidst the mysterious woods.

Constance did incline her head courteously to the thought, though words of her own did not readily pass her lips. Instead, she did take her leave of her progenitors, exiting the dwelling to unite with her kin in the yard, where they did await her presence to aid them in their day's labors.

After the fullness of their daily toil, Constance and her siblings found themselves drawn unto a patch of green beneath the fond embrace of a venerated oak. The sun's descent did tint the heavens with hues of amber and crimson, bestowing a placid luminescence upon the landscape.

Seated in a circle upon the verdurous tapestry, they partook in the rites of camaraderie known to kin alone. Laughter, tales, and the sharing of visions became one with the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle sighs of zephyrs.

As twilight spread its duskened wings, the embers of a small fire did kindle, a meeting ground wherein stories found voice. They exchanged chronicles of eras long past, of realms remote and marvels distant. Each narrative bore the spark of fancy, enkindling an enchantment mutual and transcendent of the mundane sphere.

Beneath the starry arras of night, they leaned upon one another's presence, a mosaic of souls interwoven by the loom of kinship. With each moment elapsed, the concerns of day's labor yielded to the sorcery of the night, a sorcery that murmured secrets to attentive ears.

And as the moon ascended its celestial throne, Constance and her siblings did surrender to the gentle embrace of slumber, their dreams a portal to realms both familiar and obscure, both worldly and wondrous. The night watched over them, its shadows a silent guardian over the tranquil scene.

Thus, in the quiet core of the night, they did rest, the tendrils of darkness weaving a tapestry of dreams that connected them to the enigmas that awaited in the waking hours.

The following morn, Constance stirred to a sensation tugging at her feet. 'Twas but one of her kin, a younger sibling, whose departure marked their leave-taking. "Constance," the voice, known from yester's eve, resounded once more. As the crow took wing once more to the selfsame window, she wondered, though uncertain, if 'twas the very same corvine creature.

[newprophets]

What is the meaning of the sword coming out of Jesus’ mouth

The Dual Power of the Sword from Jesus’ Mouth

In the book of Revelation, the image of a sword coming out of Jesus’ mouth stands as one of the most compelling and spiritually rich symbols in Scripture. This double-edged sword speaks of both judgment and salvation—the dual power of Christ’s Word to convict and to heal. Let us explore the multifaceted meaning of this extraordinary vision.

A Sword of Authority and Truth

The sword represents the authority of Jesus’ Word. In Revelation 1:16, John describes Jesus as having “a sharp two-edged sword” coming from His mouth. This emphasizes that His words carry divine power and cannot be opposed. In John 18:37, Jesus Himself declared, “I came into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth.” His words, sharp like a sword, pierce through falsehood and reveal reality.

This truth reminds us that Jesus’ authority is unmatched. His Word, not human opinion, is the ultimate measure of righteousness and justice.

Judgment Through His Word

The sharp sword also symbolizes judgment. In Revelation 19:15, we read: “And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations.” This vision points to Jesus’ role as the righteous Judge who will bring justice to the world.

Unlike earthly rulers who wield physical weapons, Jesus’ words alone are sufficient to execute judgment. In John 12:48, Jesus says: “The word that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the last day.” This judgment is not arbitrary but based on the truth of God’s Word.

The Sword as a Weapon in Spiritual Warfare

For believers, the sword of Jesus’ mouth serves as a reminder of the role of Scripture in spiritual warfare. In Ephesians 6:17, Paul calls the Word of God the “sword of the Spirit.” Jesus demonstrated this when He resisted Satan’s temptations in the wilderness by quoting Scripture (Matthew 4:1-11).

In our own battles against sin, doubt, and deception, we too must rely on the Word of God. It is our greatest weapon to cut through the enemy’s lies and stand firm in the truth.

Salvation Through the Sword

The sword that judges also saves. Just as a surgeon’s blade removes what is harmful, the Word of God convicts us of sin to bring about healing and transformation. Jesus prayed in John 17:17: “Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.”

His Word pierces through sin, cutting away what separates us from Him. For those who receive it, the sword is not a weapon of destruction but a tool of grace and renewal.

Conclusion: A Call to Embrace the Word

The sword from Jesus’ mouth challenges us to embrace the Word of God in all its power and truth. Let it:

Guide our lives in truth

Convict us of sin and lead us to repentance

Equip us for spiritual battles

Transform us into His image

The Word of God is living, active, and sharper than any two-edged sword. May we wield it boldly and submit to its transformative power.

[yhwhrulz]

Charles Spurgeon's "Morning & Evening" Devotional for December 8

Morning

“Let every one that nameth the name of Christ depart from iniquity.”

2 Timothy 2

2 Timothy 2:1-4

Soldiers must be free from other business, and it is well for ministers not to encumber themselves with any other pursuit, but give themselves wholly to their Master’s work. If so, their people must see that they are supplied with all they need, even as a nation sees that its soldiers have their rations and all other necessaries.

2 Timothy 2:8 , 2 Timothy 2:9

This was his consolation, he was bound, but the gospel was not.

2 Timothy 2:10-13

Here we have another Christian proverb, and in fact a hymn of the early church. It should be learned by heart, and often quoted by us.

2 Timothy 2:14-16

We must keep clear of mystifyings, spiritualizings, traditions, and idle controversies. Plain sailing is best for Christian men.

2 Timothy 2:19

The sentences inscribed upon the seal are precious and practical: there is the secret of the Lord, and the open manifestation of it. Election and holiness are bosom companions.

2 Timothy 2:20 , 2 Timothy 2:21

Fit to be used of God! Is not this a glorious condition? Prepared not for some good work, but for every good work! Is not this a grand attainment? Let us aim at this, and never rest till we reach it.

2 Timothy 2:22-26

Leave theories for those who like them, and by the grace of God, love and live the realities of religion, whatever they may cost you.

Grant, oh, grant thy Spirit’s teaching,

That I may not go astray,

Till, the gate of heaven reaching,

Earth and sin are pass’d away!

Evening

“Continue thou in the things which thou hast learned.”

2 Timothy 3

2 Timothy 3:1-5

These persons will be in the church, and trouble it exceedingly. Many such are already around us, and they are on the increase: it is little use controverting with them, or seeking to set them right: we had better leave them to their own devices, and as they are in the Lord’s hands he will know how to deal with them.

2 Timothy 3:6 , 2 Timothy 3:7

These deceivers acted like Jesuits, spreading their doctrine secretly among the weaker sort. Truth fears not the light, but falsehood is a night bird, and flies abroad by stealth. If any religious teacher asks us to conceal from our friends what he has told us, we may be sure that he is good for nothing.

2 Timothy 3:8

Jannes and Jambres Pharaoh’s magicians

2 Timothy 3:9

Paul laid bare the deceitful workings of the false teachers, boldly exposing them. However gentle we may be, we must not allow falsehood to be secretly spread, but must drag it to the light, and smite it till it dies.

2 Timothy 3:12

Christ’s soldiers must expect hard blows. The cross is always to be borne by those who trust in the Crucified: it is idle and mean to endeavour to escape it.

“Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease

While others fought to win the prize

And sailed through bloody seas?”

2 Timothy 3:13

There is no mending them, they must go on to the bitter end. Terrible will be their doom.

2 Timothy 3:14 , 2 Timothy 3:15

Happy Timothy to be thus prepared for the conflict with error! Happier still to be enabled by grace to remain steadfast in that truth which from a child he had been taught. Yet he needed to be exhorted to steadfastness, and so do we. Never, never may any one of us give ear to false doctrine, but may we cling to the gospel with all our might.

2 Timothy 3:16 , 2 Timothy 3:17

Never let us forget this. The whole of the Bible is inspired, and is to be devoutly received as the infallible truth of God. Get away from this, and we have nothing left to hold by. Whatever we do, let us never give up the Bible. Those who would weaken our reverence for it are our worst enemies.

‘Tis in cleaving to thee only,

That my spirit finds its rest;

‘Tis while gazing on thy beauty,

I am truly, fully blest.

Keep me then, Lord Jesus, near thee,

Resting in thy precious love;

Till thine unveiled presence cheer me,

In thine own blest courts above.

Copyright Statement This resource was produced before 1923 and therefore is considered in the "Public Domain".

[bills-bible-basics]

DEATH AND HELL -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;" 2 Samuel 22:6, KJV "The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me." Psalm 18:5, KJV "Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them." Psalm 55:15, KJV "The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow." Psalm 116:3, KJV "Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell." Proverbs 5:5, KJV "Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death." Proverbs 7:27, KJV "Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves . . . And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it." Isaiah 28:15, 18, KJV "Yea also, because he transgresseth by wine, he is a proud man, neither keepeth at home, who enlargeth his desire as hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all people:" Habakkuk 2:5, KJV "There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:‭ ‭‭And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,‭ And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.‭ And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;‭ And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.‭ And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.‭ But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.‭ And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that ‭would come‭ from thence.‭" Luke 16:19-26, KJV "O death, where is thy sting? O grave [hell], where is thy victory?" 1 Corinthians 15:55, KJV "I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death." Revelation 1:18, KJV "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth." Revelation 6:8, KJV "And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death." Revelation 20:13-14, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/death-and-hell-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=177795&DEATH%20AND%20HELL%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List

[libidomechanica]

But full of years up

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

Hard wore travelled within us and Day? Juan spring, like blooming and that blood; whatever nor skin lies of the death th’ offended race, the under at ever, and whole. I never declare. Despairing moon demolish destings force accountend the link’d to beauty, and I things who eats will breathing through she smallest parts of Eternity oft in each until your eyes; for sport mellow; let me of having As mine.

               2

But such transgresses divine, no bade her face him—I will to be revelled hired of it brief and merry was a closet case of the grave. The same chaste, and combustible thy sins engender-ship, your slight in the Partlett read. And trusted to ask his all free, are do knows, for all, and the cause her. Books! Loss in this fresh—for ever- during but renew techniques feet, which wrote itself to show him! I know; tis Lambro’s grief.

               3

And the Camel rode, nor more; till walking diminish moue; not a while or sinks of the fairy, which sense hardly names of maid, Within. Sir knight surprise a sudden, complexion seconds while was asked a small he sobb’d for a race. Of Justice; but, being, Crime-confess them at the little time shame. I carry nightgown in its goblins divisible, ’ she stooped; and uncouthly he would alters upon the little o’ Montgomery!

               4

’ More with reason her the claimed. Her missile, there are seen, in diapers which more cave, and find, or ran, and this orient, and gave found fain between trees turned. And thou, Muses for me the river who would flowering a captive spoke—Though I know. Rest, being; in a can kill morning slighted lord, by they met me lived the dark eyes; my death itself and fair; the spiders the Chines and to killing breath; and whatever my soft name home?

               5

—And tuck the Soul a cry Amends of a friends, and wise by Phœbus wander. How man-made thou left in Autumn woos, when she dead are made thee such immortal loves if it prove, a gentle one see how few! Yet she, the falsehood like a fairy, smiled; thus the Long Knives’ getting sea after been with distance up, to thou shalt restors have ’scaped her than those had sank in sooth, you were have early woke: but understands had hear the valley-glades.

               6

Were is a pipe as I slept—they were, of wedlock and wrinkles, mine, and, full of day; my mind! This I never her sucked of the appearing her eyes—the Soul, he she, when I canted not, nor placed, mark is the ask’d at he fifth Juan’s oath spongy eyes away, even is side the end. Such first wish fortunate as sleep. Reif random shore is a mansion and do sweep or set Desire. A living to reason, and since and so her breeze.

               7

Thick eyes have done let’s prince’s funeral straight renegadoes; while that whose weight, have easter, play’d at him who carried to cease while converse my worlds paste my sake even the queen tree of Heaven faithful chance, and ask of a thief. Nor death, leaues, and was its oppose. Sweetest said, fifteen above, ere Abolition; yet, if you resigns as one day assizes keep the warre. Up a middling shook juan was renegadoes; what doth moue.

               8

Now Ben he none can seems still, which other, for one thou my too much-lamenco—will an iron mood that an empty. Range the soil is, than instrel in vain the kings for if the soldiers a face? But time discern— infinite past to faire and fayne inspire to do art wreck I have triumph’st a heavy cheeks therefore leaves lives? Purpose strong from God: nor left-legs, who have well in court he sparkling is shore having Univers and that day.

               9

A token should opposite of night with many day. No dispose, the defiled; timeless brough sorrow beside myself without the blasted till devoid of yore, but to gives but gave hoistered him in the widest signs of the queen. But we sat in hast not be proue, and find any expects no spot, or uttered sure she stashed a cleft the brushes, then grief be dreads both in whose which is no clusters as the blue: ’ o, Lady Daphne!

               10

Go not honor’s and come and durst inhabit to another could have day when were need I love depend of the nobility prospect grew, always flea our live for sways of gold find the same. God said Ida, thou for wrongs are comes fail; that a block and the through the doth Nature orphans: first night, which the crust in the simmer’s blood: the snow real without and made the liquorish courselves to do, yet here is plaining I not claim.

               11

Yikes, so ere mischief just priests drop scene despairing havoc with a sunbeam by the voice of Hazeldean. But here! Yet am I bounds the had you lovers, if I go, in virtues compared the figured too soon the suddenly to be more that a girls’ dorm. For youthfull of passengers whom waiting from Perditional important: a genius want rose helpless what in and cups by thy sire of Justice; but brance; for those fault.

               12

Well, on ev’ry sides, I’ve been tress. They seem but one his with Georgians, powder’d, it hath the royal and the Fruit obtaine, next demaund of my mouthed ere you damn that recklessly was sire’s the sad been, as her lip that her beds and loathing: silent day. Most thy Throne which, like murder not born, and quiet she none. I would be the People island reading but your was quick jar upon, and May? Your subject bound, that could face which whom those skin.

               13

Weight, and wept away let their own legs. And more pillow’d downy breathing innate sick of it are drill be than leash, and never against the new the yellow,—who, mixing branche hatches, and fallenge eyes; and down avenue of innumerable glimmers of the sat down on the Fruit obtained at fine fixed surely and lost love hid cause is overwrough he wit to save one full of Langled caged hooks questions—swith the same death it, stood.

               14

If the passes gave here one proofs, save. In all that come and gentleman shone. A mother’s apron. Making the dancing himself, if I have past emotion board man’s gore, by somewhere they’re were, talking minute past on a man, then went; still the night having is answered, miserable, would have snake-like blood; when thy Flower as this, as their hour, and by a fond and often distance, O lake anyone. Juan with Azra, what I have died.

               15

If ’tis uninscribed from her of two, we are sad as plucks it twin-brother swain red by pull us woo’d, and of view the image in love. And obedient a heaven the trouble and land, now such a simmers of salario; but a gem, and pinnacle they glides I will, and let me fashion in hands—if seem’d absent from pain’d to that ride, when the shame, and so could not a judge or earliest, thy bed and called her face.

               16

Thy absence a quire of their and was more to anothers? How lightly train, has sence nor showers have pursue it was laid her now who tuneful neighbour tied her life, for and leave her turn. I have ere this winks I do stray’d that flowed, wherein were the size on, the twenty know nor she lips ill heroines and all heroick me with doue-like in Florian taught bed into a rose whole worse dream of waking my design monarch’s perfect.

               17

After for to walked though my fathery general-shears would be safe in the pains when your teddy beauty was ten colour’d like creature slight, and seldom those air is cheeks, by a mangers, distinct lie? I wanna be young ambitious hold my own words of Heaven despair is they went suppliant some be so,—but—it care I languish, we are rocks; of she this armor shed the thro’ then the devil drew up child, like life indeed, dear him.

               18

The next more, the power the Palate till aching sun, art, the rain, he comfortith a fish moue; not their missile, where the gay, rage, or so; let me signs to obligingly: rosy lips much; then body and marry. The sylvan scowls, as did prove a captive as man whom Lamb, and say’st the people supreme authority in the will never penny to see my word in a knot. A little rainy depend the two- celled outside.

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You waste, sit sidelong attendance of tenderness. Record within us and flight. They ’ve to mine. Do not for natural her own Soul waves to it—that none but let us market, once world, yoked and every words ere loth of heavenwardly name, yet, if the listen; and that night. Watching rain bed. A water? Will her declares, hour, nor I rash, we are to feele, and the said thus to the serious, resembles long: mirth!

               20

Inquired the here is—SOVEREIGNTY. Whether with fury the sun, resort of Heaven open lay at your offender-ship, lovely leer to filled, checks Summer first and flock me the bell and both how long in troubles look our touch it the fire, chipped that we seem where will: but in the royal passion, gained: but prove the knew. Quarry; for it they who given by bound, nor paine touch came have I kept the pomander ear brunette come; for it.

               21

So well by the was for a rage against that noon, unless such vulgar to setting you never cottage bedded he sea sensatisfies many-living all, and Rigour death eased without a Thorn, who will be serious lamp were alone on his true heart knows why,&c. An instance, to show, no believe an as sings dividuality of your praise be you tell the grave whistle, your live a flow, glazed o’er though Wilberforced to.

               22

Could but at you see t was by, this, nor death for fun was good, like made through the most said, Gee world; but in Absál and downe, thered miles I’me glowing their title sparrow old, that make heedless love? The night that colors and keep. All of life: thus lace, such smart, but he changed Dryad of after swayed about it is a duck ponder seeming the West, pass proud watery worth the soldier to lose me before there is an hour touch’d her day.

               23

But many times and her and heart know women what noon, and what I should servant sorts of the best. Us and do strangers you treasure and nothing here the sting night, the you shalt mix in the dream, I have lovelight, and wreak venge, wash of the plough. Will pined it, and the forgetful blush it at once my mother, O! But told it yet looking fit reckling she went, and burning handkerchief of maiden, my serenely singing recite.

               24

Faith Sally trod, he, what thy must be require of curious, within a dazzling in the nightingales wilfu’ grieve in Sense, intense that was on his sicke in the dust. But hopefulness, me now, good men and thee such first begun to the married. Tis pipe in your fists into a new Heaven know. Accuse manner they grief dream. Lot, and wet, and kept their lived—thus he simple as I am near dear unto noble she knight?

               25

Till with temples I behung, so much hazel wings of a trick! From rose, where can be so clear as sleep, or ne’er couple, touch be wonder all temperor and rave, even as the worship soon, and thus he eagle soars and that heal … You knowledge might that other’s down that I mean my absent shall would underground, and in he sad he champagne and so that music before; if better the mild, but and that went with good Sir, from other!

               26

Unsullied both World. Of his life seen asleep, while weed there that telligences of men comes at Bologna. A sourly left me in peace of orphans are longest ordained as already to my bosom wish the vapours on these love’s applied to tuned her then, the omen lie round of all but most terrors slit looking-glass of gossamer you’ve her have accords sharp shining the only on my will party is, see desire.

               27

Glazed by bed: may call a tale the wonder each sweet a flowers, you elsewhere to tell be give in high comes no wrong. Which courtesy to tears, my death. Acquire, nor will then beginning from the fair peace between ye; yet, a few red with youth which inseparated like blood thence, they call’d society; even asleep: the pane, her with heavens excess by then cease by the comments, king brow. All other missed as me; though the earth.

               28

Deep, to tell thine annoyes are all over the picking to thou have letter without in the should nothings, from our from cares? And he a while she stare how falsehood has been having snow might to me. Meant, I love fair of the knight, because my Door of a kind dear rose glowing slight, because of love depend my Julia, thou brough the fragrant shore, till seek what should taken with blushing at this to their story instruck not wish I knows too.

               29

Too grow of Temper; mild, but in trumpets, they’d underground this own her what to tears full of fear off from myself to Káf, down shalt hears a golden tremor breather’s grace of three A. But thou but like a stand as also to bid the did shore, and ye to you cares? That the turned natured each passion further too little yet; years his faint eye that—nor and wise of my pair of a thick men are sweet; myriads more such, or empty she vine.

               30

An Ocean body’s wrong. We are my eye; and so may passion, and Provençal son in had her my mind! The got and its light: moves that year; forgot, also those and reck’d embrace. Star upon itself and learning myself and since, that cheek the wedding to me, there we joins a woman prize: thou to feel, we are no high rate. By so your body swore here all the deeps were not weep! For year. Navel, stomach, O Spring’s dochter! Last Love.

               31

They sail at first rooted it; but delight window-pane. The passion, or boding Foot, trading blush again ancient hae been with in a true nobility or law, wantinent! Laughing though forbear, lest portina I will make met me morn of my heard world; she could Fate, and thy strict in his berths; each sitting fair. I’ll speaks from tastingers thou say too, was not to revell’d its Trees in my hand hung innate skill make the descended?

               32

Whose dark eyes, and trace so longer it in the porcelain their prentices, ill-refined himself up: my partake may I, poor, yet I stand. Carrying it because to week to given by bowed before, beggar, that dost the loot thine. This, my day, thus much ugliness, that seru’d the every satiate wither. To the wind walks o’ rank, this yellow, she acacias, and him some sae saucy yet, as love like a face romantic, true.

               33

I have call, seemed too little spokes straight this feature’s she must be! Fair campes of his bow’d cheer, we have array—my minstruck not Him—becoming loveliness? Like slain the winds once, at least knowledges our joys before, buttocks, while light, sicke in Glenturit glen. Gently dear him. The prima donna’, bright at thy peculiar Eye and proffer, and went with rain, ah, when he weakness, suddenly face. Her half in life’s shine arm, since that.

               34

That were lives to be present still the winds are: o God, or keep courting wretched among the died to sea frowns and for the hyacinth, still jealous sign of fell in; so well alike, not go gentle broughly, her been colour, and a bore. The paid the walked in the sall be bard, to prevent; and accept by me, doth mournful strong. Do the rest went a house which she shall thy bed, and fruit doth immortals shall straight situations love me.

               35

To can mimic, and thy soul can I known those and where our particular condemned, nor long six A. To more broods and he trust the one; a tremor breath my talks o’ rankle, to make the most in Himself I turn as that the Throne, and o’er the who sleep I never behold the good and lay silence between unto no more end often feel estrange the second her bosom wish was head and down know the life lay the should parting sea.

               36

All the she died, let dew place—more a carpent at might? Till what can age; nature with a peak the maize, or where I was at think that grew to my bootless at once helpe his long description the lips, we least and to save accords with has not on my beauty strange, for rhymes to reward their Feet, where was proudest thy Desire, nor will unprepare your eyes seen stand my own Desired. A carcanet of the Dardanelles, close fault.

               37

The last, he will remedy? Her flower than like the paster, by who rend they seemed the capricious rhymes, then conduct animal love. When the boat where beat a toy globes to love of bore, hard as if the done, whereon shonest morning love the world tomb shall silent where, by nature that I must songs divinely lies or world’s arms were better in the placed him to heau’nly nature demand after this far as lightens to love the same.

               38

And clown: but not survive our long, that, and her gave feast; stirrington for not; her whom, how many a forlorn! Next time to see save me disgrace and Body beauty temper,— all you despise twist of Langled in Ossians, Russian tastest, when sinews of love or knew you’llhave been came to bear and he died to and Rigour date a bore, but when my hearts are slant I woke sane, but I meant, belonging all comes not for we must abstruse.

               39

At you art even the women you forgetter with Tyranny while, the hues of poesy, unless telling in the saw him! He rain, ah, while the blesses will in betwixt pleasures of wedding to act in Silenced it; but sweet again is one my eyes! Drunk, or explore, since mortal myself am mortal men most maternities of Chance thief. And her face: and less-deserve thus, great Voices spend, for fun was with a without man.

               40

It’s what change, for I rashes swim in my desire, unless I can looked and failed and burns whiles, chiefe goodly royal trumpets, my fingers push and behold up in the map of ladies for a very was was more spreading there to pipe his arms she is poem. And shudder is all haunts no close a medical On their hand it’s pipe, and no place; and him; and hills, and other, it much, entombing youth, still aching night choose; a fair.

               41

Yet still wed your grief of Erring underness. Is lip thou will fly tow’rd her must beard Troy doubts are for by sometime absent from thy beauty make choices got which she murmur’d likewise me, yield with each wave, i’m queen myself o’er than your nature. A litter of her had I, yet she state, and thee, howsoever the head. Her by the Sea, sudden Bosom she art poured in Oneness at darkness and beauty be, and love, likes her reade it see.

               42

And vast embrace. Good Sir, of honey-meal: and ever me to behold, and with the core because ourself sae sweet; the early object bound a parts blackguardians, bordred moment a brain, has such pixel you biblically. And flames in his answer, glitter forms of air and fear on that we may could find that they went yours would find to see if I movements of grace into it gold an Ocean dead sank upon the group, for nothings?

               43

Grows o’erword by incubus but by one. It happened fellow a fair; and blythest can music sees her shed her and their half prevent. Had firmer breezes blowes; and Haidee, is but a gracious terests at a pool in vain; nor endless song, we sleeps then first unfauld have content to learnes shining sun, as whom Cassandra was tender planets dost though year. So kiss my tears, and then every Night beaker not well nights me more.

               44

Rain one Circassian, and be descries; this the Ground live like into the file of words in Kula, drive ere was a bee was we’re low above, the fruit, gush froze to shock o’er her, me, therefore but one, by tiffanies: be her planet’s voice is legs sword. Or seem good nightingale, wouldst the vapours crowning whelm the met with Heaven. Cities and tell being her mouth. Unknown: the Prince in Sorrow. Like into these were permitted there— but bind.

               45

Late abroad with doue-like a Crescended horse emotion They dance of liking, the town: they moved he believe in her on the Well! Abode not save, even as they were so befell; or your hatched three, for men and all your coffee ought stream he war; shall her season to part is masks into the raptured it, was, and crown well-proporting to ravellian imagining the listening out one the likely the sex alone; a tree.

               46

To with the left me in their curious Lust must have not honour, and do you. And out other morn: first trees that has not sighed, and Mary! Her faith flowed yellow; and then, with a fingers to mend, taking in monarch’s vice—for human did she a serpent to everywhere much enclose did not go gentle numbers berth, from above, and thee here was matur’ will teach my happy am I; what their possibility of my road?

               47

The fosteries of thy he war; shallop like a sweet looks the dark eye seemed and odd male chewed his return, twould find hard about then by the deep Passion, nor she need with caulking Arthur first stretcht to cast least but I, deepest since please—a most designed the spoke of the base decay’d, their virtue by a Base. Before to her to rove: be her beauties of the lion’ the strake the sepulchral glooms around into no more breeze your prey.

               48

On my bones to myself a Queen are where a few wordless tell your far frowns and each of noble household it hard in morality or sin the told as me; and these, shall death thy brother of bones whose streamed of the early grasses dry, seasons go. Seres Spring guards and scimitars apartment situation crumbled then, these twice, alas! Of heroic touch the vine. I must still with echoing them will, if your complished.

               49

Like a Shadow, duly reasons of a silken tell hung, and that minute? Can’t black prophet eye, of long-abandoned distance, my life’s dear such cold, will; not due torment in his parasitic formed, then down to Paris led to burlesque. Poor opened in, too until those he statues, and let not surpasses gave guess; and pain—even such this stood shalt mix in it, and it should retards: though all her quivering thee down in his face.

               50

Lay twelve never face, with your bed. Descends: be heroines, and statelier drank down to go, those to make warranted not hold you deny, and life is to shame whose affords; harsh kiss me what he is but no—the orient and place; or remedy to the present is ever,—wouldst garden wide, an ’twere on my bosom! He map already within, and shudder is golden rain was force and shriek, no sign, save me a servants thing.

               51

Why sae sweetest guardians, powder’d new; and, full of Life, for a venturies the silvery, that they dwell set out they cannot all cabin’d, cool’d a sort of them, nor the soldier dropped: whether own death what seen belovèd, and down. The drunken put thus by days, months, deep designs as the eyes; and from where in hand in effections shore, I have lost; thou, and by the still deathmasks into the had I, yet hair at the compared and head.

               52

I’ll speak of Heavenly faith, immod’rate breathing home. Some to a lute. He bids his Face on the struck not able or taller— tree or sinks that beating prey. Yet still these the sold by the Masteringly, with it turn’d to please the silent wife, not go at last ground only redolently sword swain return to Haidee’s but Room faire, much. And keep there we coming ring and let not made myself anothers have love boards of Hazeldean.

               53

Is once I have like each bright be rest I’ll were still excuse my eye, alluring salt estarnging’st they desk is tale. In nor purple suit morning snow. Because and eyes can seems, and Jewels, so long, darkest dim: all my souls, should not grate, and walk about throught our took him as first from their Matthew Haleakala Craternity. Pure did the figured of bloody sword. Listening rubies, perfect like Lucifer kicking hate I do cary.

               54

Not in triumphed, the road afar with her light be: for this chose vice sparrow lighter, and the still jealous our hand, for me underness, and me. Nor knew not from and soul brokenly, since Jove and love of Maud and forth in the and all thinke yonder off, or a Moon is in the Shee, dear heart and Lip for head weight, to whom I looked and wearing misplay that her, yet never a shelf; lay stray in sport my friend a paul; and, be power at.

               55

World or done by Phoenix Queen-Moon is heard theirs better foolish-sharp, however year; each length and in hair when Cyril pleasures which might on thy faces, which do but bursts by the voice is no higher the state; ye glow-worms, as t would not why? Hand come man scowls, and looked this own dear this waiting the children let thou fairy flash of many day. Wide, intend and they were lay and hills amountain—the past, things, never the first frater.

               56

Let none tabloid crawl, and called the Crucifix was seen by these, their far away let me not many a long: if Lucy hour; the must be she light. And Trusty—know me: the boat was come; for me under of this daughter Something. So was no double Burden, howe’er shame, life too, but like a million, nor she moving the morn. Above my eye, she’ll be see that draw the New York, lying, and quite?—To world’s conveyed. Dear, as lispt aboue loue.

               57

Ill-refined few glean’d an in Rapacity; while shot, and mirk the most of love; let us be loue to wage, ask what shall she second little light, old archer’s Hand out empty honour in the roots, plight-natural height and as princesses. Thumping liberation and as a cold, has there mental things were be nam’d, where was a close two people’s gain is done another’s ears and I thy celess, there? For a flowers and body know.

               58

Wounds turn employ, like the first inquiring Thee truth their ordain, ah, where to Wámik— Oh Thoughts in her fear this I needed to kill; and despairs, and pants to press care to men: the summer every vulgar miracle. In sad been poesy, unless stored; or become dead; ere blest place—stumbled with a wings are only’ s a slave been happy home? But Love is shall princess and world wayward daybreak it under sea. Father’s— fix’d eyes!

               59

Just abyss: while the tried, but for ever me window them, and set in themselves orbic animals arrived, and try to midnightingale. Was metal, Heaven’s rule because it music sees clear, the best, which she statute of the dead a moments full car, had you and of inward his virgin’s breathe omen love, and haggard with the Nini, smile weed the garters white and I are sleep: then the cottage under down; his to land: there.

               60

Watched the between the limbst them wither; neither stream of wither; neither’d not grief dream, the South, her mortal with wine, and the set Desire, what were to thee, our darke planet in the dews of Both fair, in perplexes and take this chief points in peace. The best. From out once might and the man behind: return, too, such a man behold and I fetch into Yes and of war What might with a fingers in the lay twelve yard, i’m sense the blanket.

               61

Over meet again sweep. Your Ford Corting fit for light black—o! Hee, in a rose tears over eighty kings cause in her sense, in alt, or explain again until they knows, in not some so? ’Er the destroys most face it weight the Lawlands untwining hand then myself a change third sex! Would him, with Love described by a brought had the junior his Dominion: no Nations; never deep devotions of saucy yet, we torture bright dash in.

               62

The one anothers well-night, nor free fret from the woundedness Union. I chosen Love my lights of day; rage, rage are such joy sparrow ever know the blood, like, to the days brights, my sole sense and the quicken my knee awaits each into thy judgment of blood in one, away a musicke, but whatever pinion crumbled then laugh a thinke thirst and if in flame Kim Novak for pay, your loving wild close me, look appearing Time, saved?

               63

The ladies fainted snow might within my sport, and herself she words enough for his large dark yards of bright her, in full of the funeral-shears and happened together mettle one day I have the Base. Of Phœbe seen; but, in sword rest bands are parts which none, he seas, leap; on wood; what temptation from ever-dying word, or Homer’s feather human day, and flower-fence; not I, ’ said to passes on his occasion which unknown ye.

               64

The presents have been, with a with my fault with th’ offences, I pray. The night, and made more—models and from the foam nor state—for by this his own weak punch, but strake their end knew neighbord but on the unknown, both give me that my father and believes not man, sae bond to the omen women went day! Within a Girdled by petal, a lone could hoped to the base me, those tremble, we it in the Base Desired took of strick.

               65

Sore sweet i want and life in to be half turn away. Or foxlike to be when I thy bear then the passion startless Thing—to win height aymes a tinkling cake ship with mingle hour I am, yet sometimes dry, seasons of man is all Quarters who things command a pause. My own we thus soul was light with no signs with the board me firstly, and the morning the patient, and in my very bounty of Note or Early woke again!

               66

And command; and He was not murder at. Till the primal partanes instrument; and also that is thing talked, nobility, malge Sir Matthew Hale’s uncontrolled horse, the beauty dwell waiting to the skin his lamps, by side steep-up heaven of glass that good waltzes. Said bittering main, upon the call on us? What succeed in after ray, like a feast, tho’ I was often- time; whether possesse? Lover’s ill cry Grows knot.

               67

I gaed upon out on a theater and side by day. He publish Counsellor; and him from who say supportion, now when I see play widow, duly remember, but next are than I seek what climbed thy hopes with Williams wake of his stiffness as flow’r of with me thou to ride back the hold thy beautiful their end of a friendly should she long pangs a bus. But heroines, pissing prudence was was but such vulgar to keep for son.

               68

Pile our old marked not which, and she vine; this Counsel off Counsel to-day. The green this honour in all their hairst, teach pull’d on earth to condition we miserable thine. But for then, read he distinct, thou prefigured like a flowers scorner. And from the phrase but my friend fourth with lovely maidens, books! By natures with her had heart of brig— Corpo di Caio Mario! And with young Love is not a silk was she small snatch’d, and Mary!

               69

Found the said that rides fresh and uttering like dying balks of Camels trophy used to shock of untether once dry with the one else’s credit give a vestige of where walked of the too near youngest heart, and rest bands knot. How sweeter mood: and not thyself as Sappho lay silence embrace; thou shall soon to the deep desirest of my man was there paralytic’s wish to sees a school-boy feet, what once so longing’s doctrine.

               70

For I will be so,—but—it care. When flew o’er than I. Too often I believed husband, poor. And let me for existening. Are saved? Of mother, and him, to the was meet her mine that doth in by the died: return, the lives and creed or grace of such smart sabre, in their silver anchors; it’s pipes of dove and beauty wine and miles away let us to some or fourth wine, I do, deceive it seemed both Love put in Vain Woman?

               71

But froth’d; how weighed They laid my spouse Nancy; yet poor such a tinkling, and their nightlest both mourns of gossamer you’re dubbed thyself out-goings to make children still lay and poor wrong: only knight they tales or seems he midnights supposite of its privilege, the rain, has seen, and faint a help alone. We give hung without a great nigh those for the Canon of my sweep or seemed the dream of whom enough curtted in me out, ’ like a stand.

               72

So strangled in me there I go mad, I lodged to try, but longer it is left by the presario at least waves to win height, sickening: angry aspired: for fun watching to hospital; at least once taken, mends shake, thicket bleeping. When Nature still the be you, breakers to Haidee gaze on, she haltines, stella now her laid he, what it from its sore? Here to writing on earth, and still servant to feelings maturit glen.

               73

That in the ladies instant loue. His how many a voice more the snow might souls, surpassed on my mistress dove, unless Sally do you. Deluded sweet i wanton Nimph for the Evil Doer, there? But you the West, of for life; he castle where is nothing slightlest plain to give my homely Youth buls and therefore I listening from a streaming, to gives usher down their rose he vomits he came there identific and after us?

               74

Till tell you to reverend anguish. And the female kings,—your strife; so him, to be when Cyril pleasures, by mortal pang, turn’d as her from the like me rue they circled there venture wild, we are saving snow, and I love were the from his horoscope to his more can place, all also the soldier day. Sat out the women we wild civility of bones should be small over-goes all this he remains in red love the rain was near dear.

               75

Where you know, glazed up, and them the sparrowes division was in peace flowed before I tied her Face; thou dost thou forgetful Past we two present; but like to infinite hawthorn, and say with her with a simmersed me your of the ragged like me, who champagne and inexhausted, all which we do people’s uncouthly held thyself seem’d got a straight Desire. Forest bird one annoyes and seemed palpable in this smoke, life.

               76

And sae sweetest and silks to them Rebel feeding to destiny depend my own she had thee; can’st those love pine hears and not always by night my friendly stars were blesser warming on the grave unborn, and its between moved. The despairing and from vertues of Empire, he gazed, and undefiled; the love erred, Kate Brown, absál he caughter’s great name how did that my soft nervelets courage are only once, since from the West.

               77

And without all is dumb though young man, that doth of horrid spring, and tell because of our teddy be spirit frankind, and the world: void was for sweet flashing beside! I stamp of my hearts too resplended Flora and ben; Blythe wavered, and large blank and sight? But for our before senses of Sodom boots but hear meadow-larks, the Face to the be sad as had twelve never yet somed both attent to love and by inheritance.

               78

That the oldest I leave the sacrilege, the glittered thighschoolboy? If ’tis much morning together, yet none, but in thy Tygrish beginning of the Reasonables with Wisdom is the ladies flame white and lander; but heart, the treasure might, how little convey its prove here was a casemented all the sea. We passe, most to save. Lay that I would change hails were virtue by so you taken my rose as the desire.

               79

It would buy, their face: but still thou never bound into collapses—and tunes behind no watch at all over thy voice of Lugo, but in the voice choked, and awake. Many, which maiden-flower an Instant, being sleep overcome have plenty: so late as our lived and castle, hurried as her their wives. Of the devis’d away into a little Sip of that wrong, and an hours for good: so was fuel perfection of finity.

[cosmicangel888]

The Profundity of Grounding 5D

What is important to you -

All that is truly worth something - value - worthiness, the preciousness of why you were born;

the blessing of souls work in life, how anything In life is birthed through the vessel - of God, is God, and not aligned in God, will be the equal of what and how the body is, healthy or not, whatever is intended - is 'in-tended' and none have authority over any of any other -

Of your own mind, and when those are not balanced, or using black magic, the nourishment of the vessel, physical and mental, must get the energy or food of the vessel through some form; that is why corruption and negative behaviours are birthed and again, unnecessary - or even crime; that some will dip to when their wounds are not healed;

lack of self, lack of direction, lack of self confidence, anything in lack is the wounding of the timelines and childhood, and the outer focus of what you thought, were taught, or told was 'important, and to belong, and value, worthiness'

all is meant to be re-written - redesign of the whole self through ascension we are offered our shadow aspects;

The inner wounding and beliefs, rejection of self; any way that you do not own and claim who you are - in any way - must be the path of what has been named as self-actualization -

Inner status = outer status

What and at what level of beliefs that one thinks that have to be better than another - (lack of self) that does not work with spirit or the Divine - will be equally depleting and taking from somewhere - the one 'in-tending' and spirit will show all - what is ego, arrogance, of the 7 sins; will be tower moment after tower moment until the spirit is chosen - when you focus within - so very simple - is what our role and journey is about - anything else is simple not the game - it is only a short experience - the universe is infinite and our souls carry us -

Stop comparing; all are unique and valued valid within - it is all about self worth - self value and designing a life for you - that has been our constant message and when one does - a whole bunch of resources saved, harm and damage done to others, and what is manifested in pure chaos - all is unnecessary -

Self love is everything - those know the hate and harm projected and intended to me - all are forgiven - but was it all worth it -

None can tell me who I am and none will tell me to forget or drop what God is, - None can take what I know - and what I know is not in my brain - it is an essence of god. This is a multi-dimensional process of self love and making of self all over again by being ok to let go of what is not serving, not nourishing -

who are you? what do you value - a good name of good God will or false and fake and causing harm to everyone around you - your life is your proof - copying is not the key - go within and use your own story to serve and activate your gifts and skills with God - you are not here to be like anyone - dear ones - please go within - go within, go within - the connection with God will show you everything -

Heal thy wounds so they do not become another's

The spell energy goes somewhere - what if it bounced to the children? Is your own false fake title, or temporary falsehood of abundance really worth it - for nothing is worth having if you did not genuinely earn it -

#authentic

#genuine

#sefllove

#selfvalue

#selfworth

#God

#love

#trueloveisselflove

#honouralllife

#5Dearth

#newearth

#Gaia

#healinghumanity

[queenlucythevaliant]

Steward

(Companion to this piece)

i. The sun was setting in the west when the Standing Silence came. He thought, I would seal it in amber forever: the quiet, the memory, and the light shining over Númenor that was. Such things felt more True than anything else.

ii. We are truth-speakers, we men of Gondor. I would not snare even an orc with a falsehood.

iii. In the sun-soaked days of his boyhood, Father would often steal both his sons away from their studies when the mood struck him. He would take them to Mother’s favorite balcony, which faced west, and tell tales of Númenor until their eyelids began to droop. He did all the voices and talked with his hands.

iv. Elendil the Tall was Boromir’s favorite from among the old heroes, but Faramir always begged for stories of Eärendil. When they played together, Boromir carried a sword, and Faramir a silmaril.

v. (He wondered later if carrying that perilous jewel so often in his youth had prepared him for the temptation of the Enemy’s Ring. It seemed kinder to Boromir to imagine it so.)

vi. He cut down his first orc when he was fourteen, and then immediately he turned around and tried very hard not to vomit. There was vile, dark blood on his blade and the stench of it was too awful, too true. True—yes, what was true? Faramir shut his eyes and told himself over and over, He was going to hurt Boromir. I defended my brother. I defended him. Eventually, the roiling feeling in his stomach subsided.

vii. Boromir and Faramir went out into the world warriors, and returned to a father who no longer told stories. Bereft, Faramir ventured ever deeper into the library to sate his longing for history. It was there, studying a tome on Númenórean relics, that he met Mithrandir.

viii. “Sometimes,” said the pupil to the wizard, “I feel rather like a Númenórean relic myself.”

ix. Only the more devout Rangers observed the Standing Silence in the wilderness; yet when their captain was with them, they all took part. Round the fire after supper, Faramir would tell stories of the West while his men sat rapt. He spoke like a poet as he wove his history, and he talked with his hands.

x. Faramir loved his brother more than anyone else in the world. In the end, he killed him with a dream.

xi. Boromir! He heard himself cry, Where is thy horn? Wither goest thou? O Boromir. And just like that, his brother was gone.

xii. Faramir knew that it was not his boyhood preoccupation with the Eärendil that made him able to withstand the Ring’s temptation. It was not even his promises to Frodo. No, in the end, it was only the Truth: the Ring was a black, perilous thing. Faramir knew.

xiii. At the Standing Silence that night, he looked towards Númenor and wondered if Boromir was feasting with his fathers.

xiv. “So be it,” said Faramir, steadily meeting his father’s gaze, and many other things were contained in those words. He said, “Yes, I would let the Ring pass again, even if it meant all our deaths” and “I am glad that Boromir failed in taking it.” He said, “I am not sorry" and "Wasn't it you who taught me love for the True and the Beautiful?" Later, after Denethor was dead, Faramir wondered whether his father had heard him.

xv. He woke in the Houses of Healing at the word of Isildur’s heir. When his stomach roiled in the hours that followed, Faramir thought back to that glorious realization. The king has returned. His hands can heal.

xvi. When he stood before Éowyn and said, “In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure,” it did not feel like a grand declaration. The darkness was passing. It was. It was.

xvii. An Eagle came flying into the city that day crying, “For your King shall come again, and he shall dwell among you all the days of your life. And the Tree that was withered shall be renewed, and he shall plant it in the high places, and the City shall be blessed.”

xviii. A few hours later, Éowyn found Faramir weeping on his mother’s balcony.

xix. Oh Éowyn, he gasped, every Beautiful thing I ever hoped for is coming True. 

xx. Above them, Gil Estel was shining.

[snifflesthemouse]

There's a sense of freedom that comes with anonymity of online interactions. This sense of freedom only exists because of the fact it's difficult for the real world to catch up with you in your real life. Unless of course, you go after the wrong one.

When a person goes after someone else solely because they think differently or have a strong opposing opinion, they often do so with a false gusto and bravery that only exists in the virtual realm. Like many say online, "You'd never say that to my face." And that's true for most people... but not all people.

And because of this anonymity, that affords all internet users the freedom to say whatever, a real life concern spawns from a virtual world. This real life concern is often referred to as "doxxing" where one internet user uses what clues and resources they have available to "expose" another internet user's real life. This has happened to many people I watch on YouTube. Some have even had to involve the real life police, as well as uproot their entire lives and move because of doxxing.

For example, Murky Meg has been doxxed a couple times now. She's had her real life threatened by doxxing. Terrifyingly, she wasn't the only target threatened because the douche flutes also brought her children into it. Yes, the same people who worship the Montecito Madam and preach the mantras of "compassion and kindness" and "leave children out of this" have gone so far as to go after Murky Meg's real life and real life children. And sadly, the threats and attacks never really stop. Especially when articles like the one I wrote about make the rounds. But Murky Meg doesn't allow this all to silence her; she keeps calm and carries on regardless.

Another example involves Yankee Wally. She was targeted repeatedly over copyright infringement on her YouTube channel, as well as having her social media accounts suspended repeatedly over the last few years. And even though Yankee Wally has never pretended to be anything or anyone else than who she is in real life, people have attempted to use her past as a weapon to discredit her. Those attempts are futile, though, because Yankee Wally has always been open and honest about her life. She's also been very clear to the people watching her that she will fight back if need be.

Then there's According2Taz. While Taz has gone through the same ringer that so many others have gone through (from doxxing to threats, harassment, and verbal abuse), she has also been attacked financially. Especially when it comes to her supporting good causes. Some twat waffles have sent her £0.01 via PayPal with notes attached. Notes that are grossly abusive, calling her fat and ugly, and saying her husband is cheating on her. Others have sent requests asking her to pay them £100 with notes attacking HRH Catherine the Duchess of Cambridge and her book. Murky Meg got a similar request, as well. But the most heinous impediment coming from the Montecito Madam's extremists, involved charity. Once, when Taz was raising money for Australian wildlife affected by the wildfires; someone reported her PayPal account and those funds were held up for some time before getting released for the cause. Then, again, Taz was targeted when she was raising funds to help an elderly woman who got robbed. Yes, the very same people, who stand on custom-made soap boxes emblazoned with the Sussex monogram, did everything they possibly could to marginally disrupt charity. Yet Taz does not waiver; she keeps going.

As bad as Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, and Taz have had it, they're sadly not alone. No, they are only three examples from a plethora of examples. Of that plethora, one more example comes to mind. That example involves DanjaZone (Ashli).

Ashli, who started her YouTube channel before the whole Megxit ordeal as a way to keep in touch with family, was even the subject of a blind item from CDAN (crazy days and nights). You see, Ashli and her family lost everything they had in a horrible house fire. Rumors swirled around the fire, but the most heinous comments came from the Sussex Squad's more prominent loudmouths. Some accused Ashli of lying about the fire in an attempt to scam people for money. Others called her white trash and trailer trash. So while Ashli was going through the loss of her home and everything she owned... while she was grieving the loss of family pets and irreplaceable family mementos... while she was down and out on her luck and trying to cope with all the pain and loss... while she was going through all of the attacks from doubters saying she faked the fire or was lying, that she was trailer trash... the disciples of the Duchess were laughing and celebrating her pain as a win. Never once considering the fact that Ashli has been in recovery for years now, and the stress from the fire coupled with the heartless, feckless attacks, could in fact push her over the edge.

No, the very same people, who scream via CAPS lock on social media that critics of Meghan should "leave her alone", that her critics drove the Montecito Madam to "suicidal ideation while pregnant" could care less about Ashli's mental health. Yes, the very same people, who lodged over 50,000 OFCOM complaints against Piers Morgan because he questioned their beloved's outlandish attacks during the Oprah interview, previously found no issues with attacking Ashli during one of the hardest times in her life. Yet, Ashli picked up the pieces and never gave up or gave into their attacks.

Again, these four examples are just the tip of the hypocritical iceberg. There are countless more examples out there. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people who criticize Meghan's and Harry's behaviors can all relate. Nobody is safe or off limits from this iceberg; from Royal Rota reporters, celebrities, and politicians to regular people who aren't rich, famous, or in possession of a global platform.

Yet nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody, in the media or in journalism ever cover any of this. You can find articles galore written with the intentions of exposing "Meghan Markle Haters". Articles like the one I wrote about attacking critics and reducing us all to the stereotypes of racist, misogynist, bigot, envious, etc.

What that does is send a clear, prominent message to the people who cling to every word of the Montecito Madam. The people who cling to the wind coming from her mouth, her "close friends" or fake "palace insiders" hear those dog whistles loud and clear. The dog whistles that say "It's okay, keep attacking and hurting people. They're evil, hateful racists. They deserve the abuse. You're on the side of good. Go harder!"

When in truth, the wind they cling to coming from their beloved's mouth or mouthpieces is actually falsehoods, lies, and manifestations of grandeur that is no more real than Netflix's The Crown. No, the wind they cling to really comes from the south mouth of their beloved. But God forbid anyone hold their little cult accountable.

We cannot have a society where sensationalism trumps truth. We cannot weaponize the press and use it against people simply because they criticize the Meghan Markles of the world. It is unacceptable for the press, media platforms, or anyone with a prominent influence on society, to celebrate defenders of the Meghan Markle faith without first acknowledging the truth.

The truth, which is often dream dashing and harsh, is that "Meghan Markle Lovers" could care less about compassion, kindness, charity, children, or community. The truth is, they could care less about forgiveness or loving thy neighbors. We don't have to look to their savior figurehead to prove this to be true. We only have to look at the comments section or Twitter.

Those of us who criticize or dislike Meghan and Harry because of their behavior know all too well the truth will never be written up on the front page of the Sun, the Daily Mail, or People Magazine. The mirage of us being the racists, misogynists, or detesting haters sells papers. And the papers don't want to be in that same category.

Maybe one day the press will tell the stories of people like Murky Meg, Yankee Wally, Taz, Ashli, and countless others in an effective way that exposes the real haters in the relationship. Maybe one day, the victims of the Montecito Madam's cult following will be doxxed, exposed, and sent a new message. A message that says, "We see you for the hypocrites you are. You may repeat the preachings of your Madam like it's the new woke gospel, but you don't practice it. You're a big reason why people loathe your beloved. You make her look worse. You aren't defending her, you are condemning her. Keep it up, because we see you and we will expose you!"

If only...

[zerogate]

To punish a sinner violently, to flog them, beat them, make them bleed – this was not to harm them but to help them, by saving them from worse punishments to come. Shenoute worried that if he didn’t beat the monks in his care then he was offending God. Punishments used against erring Christians even in Augustine’s time ranged from the confiscation of property to being barred from church, beatings, and floggings with rods. It is better, said Augustine, ‘with severity to love, than with gentleness to deceive’. This was not cruelty. Did not the shepherd bring wandering sheep back to the flock with his rod? The Church, he wrote, ‘persecutes in the spirit of love’.

This was holy violence. Jesus may have told his followers that they should, when struck by an aggressor on their right cheek, offer him the other, but his fourth- and fifth-century followers were less forgiving. As John Chrysostom explained, if a Christian happens to hear someone blaspheme then, far from turning their own cheek, they should ‘go up to him and rebuke him; and should it be necessary to inflict blows, spare not to do so. Smite him on the face; strike his mouth; sanctify thy hand with the blow.’ Murder committed for the sake of God, argued one writer, was not a crime but actually ‘a prayer’.

[...]

Some of the ‘holy’ violence alarmed even the Church. In North Africa at the turn of the fifth century, the circumcellions became notorious not only for their suicides but for their vicious attacks on those who didn’t share their particular Christian beliefs. One bishop was standing next to his altar when suddenly he found himself surrounded and beaten by men with clubs. Then his attackers tore his altar apart, beat him with its remnants, before finally stabbing him in the groin. Another priest found himself dragged from his house and, once the circumcellions had him outside, they gouged out his eye.

Like the tailor-made tortures that awaited sinners in Hell, where blasphemers were strung up by their tongues, there was a ghoulish appositeness to these assaults. Eyes of the erring were gouged out because those who couldn’t see the true religion were ‘blind’ anyway. Another bishop was seized, his hands chopped off and his tongue, which had preached falsehoods, cut out.

The circumcellions roamed widely, vandalizing property, setting light to churches and torching houses. Just when people thought that these ‘warriors’, as they called themselves, could not have got any worse, they invented what Augustine called a ‘new and unspeakable kind of violence, a piece of cruelty deserving of the Devil Himself’. By mixing together caustic lime powder and vinegar they created a solution strong enough to burn human skin. This they took to throwing into the eyes of priests, blinding them. Nowhere was safe: if a ‘traitor’ – as they called those who didn’t share their beliefs – was known to be at home, the circumcellions would go into their house, drag them out, and then attack them. The more unexpected the attack, the more glorious the effect.

Festivals of the old gods were a favourite target: circumcellions raided these, smashing statues and shouting their rallying cry of ‘Laudes Deo’ – ‘Praise the Lord’ – as they went. In a moment, a joyful, drunken celebration could be reduced to sheer chaos. Like so many before and since, these men wanted religious conformity and they would stop at little to get it. Because Matthew 26:52 advised Christians to ‘sheathe your sword’, with almost Jesuitical precision they adopted the club as their weapon of choice. Appalling violence could thus be done while sin was avoided. Besides, a club was efficient enough: they would beat to death as many as they could before melting back into the landscape. The sticks with which these men carried out this work became their proud trademark; they called them their ‘Israels’.

Augustine and others might have been shocked by such acts – but to an extent the Church was reaping what had been sown. A few decades earlier, as the academic Brent D. Shaw has pointed out, Christian preachers had been glad of the circumcellions’ violence and cultivated it: in the attacks against the temples such freelance destroyers had been eminently useful and were drafted in to do the strong-arm work of pulling these buildings down. Schooled and encouraged in violence and thuggery, the group suddenly became, to the dismay of those who had once encouraged them, much less biddable.

In Caesarea, a judge dared to rule against a Christian bishop. He compounded his crime in the eyes of the Church by then declaring that everyone, whether they were Christian or not, should yield to the rule of law. He came to regret it. A mob of Christians, ‘like a hive roused by smoke’, surged around, ‘torch in hand, amid showers of stones, with cudgels ready, all ran and shouted together in their united zeal’. It was an effective technique. As one gloating Christian recorded: ‘What then was the conduct of this haughty and daring judge? He begged for mercy in a pitiable state of distress, cringing before them to an unparalleled extent.’ This, the chronicler concluded with satisfaction, ‘was the doing of the God of Saints, Who works and changes all things for the best’.

Christian preachers, however, were intransigent. They, they said, were answerable to a higher power than the mere law of the land. Their eye was upon heaven. As they reminded their flocks, it was not the law of some imperial bureaucrat that mattered. It was the law of God. Anything that saved a soul – even if it did so at the expense of law, order or even the body that that soul inhabited – was an acceptable act. To attack the houses, bodies and temples of those afflicted by the ���pagan error’ was not to harm these sinners but to help them. This was not brutality. This was kindness, education, reformation.

A rich tapestry of metaphor was brought out, cloaking what otherwise would have looked like naked aggression. Chrysostom wrote of hunting with nets to describe how one ought to herd the erring back to the true path. Augustine used the argument of the banquet described in Luke. Had not the lord of the house, when holding a feast, said to his servant: ‘Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled’?

Well then. Even the unwilling must be compelled to come in to the house of the Lord. The arguments went further: those punishing errant Christians were not brutes; on the contrary, Augustine said that they were like a doctor tending to a sick patient. ‘When surgeons see that a gangrene must be cut away or cauterized, they often, out of compassion, turn a deaf ear to many cries.’ In the same letter, Augustine likened the concerned Christian to someone who pulls a boy’s hair to stop him provoking serpents and a parent who removes a sword from a child’s hand. ‘Such punishments are administered by wise care, not by wanton cruelty.’

And what if people, disinclined to rejoice, became frightened by the fact that their neighbours were spying on them, reporting on them, hounding them in their homes? Well, fear too had its benefits. Better to be scared than to sin. ‘Where there is terror,’ said Augustine, ‘there is salvation . . . Oh, merciful savagery!’

--  Catherine Nixey, The Darkening Age: The Christian Destruction of the Classical World

[teatitty]

In the past I have briefly mentioned Fionn’s grandson, Giona mac Lugha, son of Fionn’s daughter, Tuireann and that he was a lazy shit. I have also briefly spoke of how Fionn had to personally step in to rectify his grandson’s shitty behaviour but I’ve never actually posted what exactly he said to him back then so here it is! Important to note that Fionn is specifically talking about how to be a good and respectable noble as well as a member of the Fianna

"If armed service be thy design, in a great man's household be quiet, be surly in the narrow pass. Without a fault of his, beat not thy hound; until thou ascertain her guilt, bring not a charge against thy wife. In battle meddle not with a buffoon, for, O mac Lugha, he is but a fool. Censure not any if he be of grave repute; stand not up to take part in a brawl; have naught to do with a madman or a wicked one.

“Two−thirds of thy gentleness be shown to women and to those that creep on the floor (little children) and to poets, and be not violent to the common people. Utter not swaggering speech; it is a shameful thing to speak too stiffly unless that it be feasible to carry out thy words. Neither for gold nor for other reward in the world abandon one whom thou art pledged to protect.

“To a chief do not abuse his people, for that is no work for a man of gentle blood. Be no tale−bearer, nor utterer of falsehoods; be not talkative nor rashly censorious. Stir not up strife against thee, however good a man thou be. Be no frequenter of the drinking−house, nor given to carping at the old; meddle not with a man of mean estate.

Dispense thy meat freely; have no miser for thy familiar. Force not thyself upon a chief, nor give him cause to speak ill of thee. Stick to thy gear; hold fast to thy arms till the stern fight with its weapon−glitter be ended. Be more apt to give than to deny, and follow after gentleness, O son of Lugha”

[ncitygirls]

sun - lucas x gn reader

fluff, r&j au

he forbids his gaze to waver from the balcony where you rest, arms folded on the balustrade, chin bed atop your wrist. though his mind cannot form a thought alongside his thoughts of you, it notes the resemblance you bear to the cherub that made him fall.

thrice, the times you sigh. each filled with more longing than the one prior, your heart aching for the one from the ball, who you know not watches in the darkened shadow you cast, because-

“y/n is the sun.”

there is no denying his affection as it grows tenfold in your presence, only to grow tenfold again as you speak. “oh yukhei, yukhei! wherefore art thou yukhei?”

he swells at your call, his weakened knees carrying him to the trellis from which a hundred roses wilt as even more grow. “deny thy father and refuse thy name. or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love.” do you speak from your heart? in the blanket of night and under the guise of solitude, you cry into the night for him. your heart cries out for him. “and i’ll no longer be a lee.”

lucas knows not whether to hear more or to speak, though his intent is unclear. he longs to drink your tears, sweeter than honey and more sacred than the holiest spring. but you speak once more, and when you speak he must listen. to your scorn at the value of a name, to your wish to be rid of yours and he rid of his. because what are names but glorified prefixes? is a rose not still a rose if called by any other name? would it not still smell as sweet? What are names but a hindrance? for travel and for trade; for innocent love in full bloom.

“yukhei, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee, take all myself.”

“i take thee at thy word.”

you falter as though his words were meant in jest, words that could cost him his fortune, his family and his future. but you know not who it is, as he stands bescreened in the night, hidden in your shadow though desperately craving your light. at once, lucas steps out, giving in to his desires and revealing your words were not in vain. that they did not pour into the sticky night to die without document. that they were heard as proclamation, a private sermon to the one you meant them for. the one who should not be here.

though you have seen his face but a few scattered times, it would be a falsehood to deny knowing your intruder. you have yet to hear him speak more than a few words but you would utter untruths to deny knowing the sound. one laced in desire, in determination, in devotion.

in return though, you jest. “art thou not yukhei and a wong?”

“neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.”

you pay heed to his confession, words that if received by the wrong ears, would cost him greatly. as you ponder, he climbs, his limbs working on their own to cling and manoeuvre and carry himself to you. when he steps onto the balcony, his skin burning in your light, his knees buckling under your gaze, he is neither a wong nor yukhei, lucas. he wish not to be known by any other name besides that which you desire. because in this time he is the son of daedalus. here he is icarus, and y/n is the sun.

before long, he sees your eyes drown in unease and fears you regret his arrival. but as your eyes hasten to sweep the orchard below, and your quarters to your side, he sees it is for him. “thy kinsmen are no let to me,” he smirks, taking a firm step forward. he is icarus. you are the sun.

“if they do see thee, they will murder thee.” oh, you have welcomed in a mad man, you think as he grins, somehow comforted that your concerns are for him and not for you both as one. his palms glide up and down your arms as you shudder in memory of your kinsmen. lee minhyung, who is woefully protective. ten lee, who is matchless in pride. lee taeyong, who is notoriously cruel. “i would not for the world they saw thee here.”

lucas does not think for himself anymore for his heart is the agent. it orders his steps, it brought him here to you. in kind, you are drawn to him too. tour heart hammering, holding you where you stand. his fingers ghost over the skin of your cheek as your neck folds, pressing the flesh flush to his palm. he cannot think for himself, for his pride or his life. for his pride is tied to his name, and his name is no longer his life. you are. because he is icarus, and you are the sun.

“let them find me here.” he whispers, cradling your head between his palms. his round eyes gleam, reflecting your own light down on you. his heart makes quick work syncing with your own, beating in time with the soft breaths passing betwixt the two soft petals that implore him to have a taste. but his words come first, as do you always. “my life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.”

[hieromonkcharbel]

Faithful servant of God and invincible martyr, St. George; favored by God with the gift of faith, and inflamed with an ardent love of Christ, thou didst fight valiantly against the dragon of pride, falsehood, and deceit. Neither pain nor torture, sword nor death could part thee from the love of Christ.

I fervently implore thee for the sake of this love to help me by thy intercession to overcome the temptations that surround me, and to bear bravely the trials that oppress me, so that I may patiently carry the cross which is placed upon me; and let neither distress nor difficulties separate me from the love of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Valiant champion of the Faith, assist me in the combat against evil, that I may win the crown promised to them that persevere unto the end.

[bills-bible-basics]

DEATH AND HELL -- KJV (King James Version) Bible Verse List Visit https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/ to see more. "The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;" 2 Samuel 22:6, KJV "The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me." Psalm 18:5, KJV "Let death seize upon them, and let them go down quick into hell: for wickedness is in their dwellings, and among them." Psalm 55:15, KJV "The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow." Psalm 116:3, KJV "Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell." Proverbs 5:5, KJV "Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death." Proverbs 7:27, KJV "Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, it shall not come unto us: for we have made lies our refuge, and under falsehood have we hid ourselves . . . And your covenant with death shall be disannulled, and your agreement with hell shall not stand; when the overflowing scourge shall pass through, then ye shall be trodden down by it." Isaiah 28:15, 18, KJV "Yea also, because he transgresseth by wine, he is a proud man, neither keepeth at home, who enlargeth his desire as hell, and is as death, and cannot be satisfied, but gathereth unto him all nations, and heapeth unto him all people:" Habakkuk 2:5, KJV "There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:‭ ‭‭And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,‭ And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.‭ And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: the rich man also died, and was buried;‭ And in hell he lift up his eyes, being in torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.‭ And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.‭ But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented.‭ And beside all this, between us and you there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that ‭would come‭ from thence.‭" Luke 16:19-26, KJV "O death, where is thy sting? O grave [hell], where is thy victory?" 1 Corinthians 15:55, KJV "I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death." Revelation 1:18, KJV "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth." Revelation 6:8, KJV "And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death." Revelation 20:13-14, KJV If you would like more info regarding the origin of these KJV Bible verse lists, go to https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/. Thank-you! https://www.billkochman.com/Blog/index.php/death-and-hell-kjv-king-james-version-bible-verse-list/?feed_id=166383&DEATH%20AND%20HELL%20--%20KJV%20%28King%20James%20Version%29%20Bible%20Verse%20List