Friday, February 18, 2011

A Garment Eaten By Moths

You crawl dead in the garden of evil. ALL HEARTS AFLAME! I remain unscathed, unscarred as I walk through your horrors. It takes one match, one flame, I'll set your hell on fire. I'll show you destruction of love through the wrath of His grace. From above, this soul is but a grain amongst millions, separate the ripe from the rotten.

Job 13

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