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First and foremost, a scientist will say to the Christians that the God of love, or even of the religion, itself, possesses no logic. To the God of love, being only of the Christian God, there cannot be 2 or more gods of love. No other entity can claim love to be its promotion. Even…
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“What do we think of the solar eclipse? Does it not portray the symbolism of light being drenched in sorrows? The moon, relating to sorrows, relating to the night, is now curtaining the sun, and less light covers the Earth. It is the same with evil, with death, with mourning. That, the raining of tears…
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“It can be known of the sun to cast a shadow. Why not it then be known of all a person’s darkness, to originate from a source of light? It can be believed of evil, that it was once full of something well-known to the world, clearer in that the light allowed us to see.…
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“It is that pain of a monster, that urges their ongoing casting of shadows. Their light, when unearthed, burns a fierceness from buried beneath so much Hell. Love, the ultimate emotion, sees through Hell, sees beneath Hell, to comprehend the monster beyond the wounds. See their tears, comprehend their sorrows, for their lakes will be…
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Wake me on the edges of her created lakes, Formed from streams, from raining eyes. Life drops loosely From the one without love, Without two irises raised, above To the universe, that crashes in her own. The lakes receive meteorites. Simple stains, remain On her harrowed bosom That beats so fiercely beneath the hovering moon.…
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She kicks her legs Free, to the passing wind. She motions kisses to my direction, Commanding new gusts to be let loose From an opened mouth, for hurled sighs. I have brought myself to this place To view her eyes, for how they sparkle, To view her skin, for how it glows, To replace my…
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Leave your heart Against the waking dark, If you will. You won’t ever make yourself more fragile Than the expression, that signals your pain. Your tears drop like weights from your eyes, Though I know you won’t be relieved. Your hands reach up to your cheeks, For I have known you’ve stayed in the bleak,…
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Don’t startle yourself Upon the approach of my footstep. Your breath has been force for every opening door, As I relive myself, in you. You falter beneath the setting sun, Claiming dust, on your eyelids, Fading futures, with the world’s ending. The ending day loses light, Like your presence in the night. You close shut…
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In its respect, attention spans rely on what we realize we lack a choice in doing. To care, to be responsible for the pained child of ours, to notice that to love means to lack a choice. When we pay attention, we grant that attention when it is needed most. To have a choice, means…
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He speaks directly to her ear, “You are still so small, my child.” She withdraws to peer upwards to his gaze, with quivering lips and weary stare, to then commit a moment in a burning. She kisses him. Upon the lips, smooth with each waxen mouth that fires up a fever to the downing daytime.…
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Walking upon the Calle Mayor, passing the red of nearby buildings, a thumping heart swells so wide. He wants, as he could think on it, to see over his shoulder to a past, igniting his eyes with all he once had. For he says, “I love. Though, do not love enough to be stable, in…
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The inherent point in a sequel is to build upon every aspect to its predecessor. It is never to make it “different” in any way possible. If an author wants to make something be different for the sequel, then they should write an entirely new novel. For the former, to the next, in the row…
Modern Romanticism 