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“Though, it shouldn’t be, that through our innate comprehension of love, we’d ‘make use’ of that loved one, whether they’d be God, or of family to friendship.” – Modern Romanticism Do we love God? Do we love our friends? Our families? Could we love the source to all love? It is in the understanding of…
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“Science has no purpose, other than the benefit for the flawed form. Yet, to make the form perfect, is to also make the mind imperfect. We are insane, when we realize not our own limitations.” – Modern Romanticism Mind and body, where the former is perfect, as the latter is not. No science comprehends the…
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“Of Love, of God, then to say that the latter has no existence, would be to say that the human can only live, without silencing themselves to express gratitude. In having no existence, is to have no life. Though, what being of Love, holds existence, when an expression of gratitude is always upon what is…
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“What life to live, without bleeding? How does a person feel alive, if they are never wounded?” – Modern Romanticism The arrogant fool is already dead, while possessing such a mentality. To say the words, “God is dead”, by the Atheist, is to say that the arrogant human will die. That is the imperfection of…
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“How can it be that love dies, if all we trust is something so vulnerable, it should be imperfect, it should be alive? Would it not be that trust dies, and memories stay to either haunt, or remind us, that it is the remembrance to love that still hurts?” – Modern Romanticism Love is not…
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How much bloodCan erase the letters on these worn pages?I have become something elseTo the bitternessOf one heart, written in the soil,Of one droplet of crimson,Fed to my mouth.He glistens on the cross,He stays there,Sheltering his own eyes with the sun,Finding a place where I cannot runTo make my home. Upon my knees,Stranded in senseless…
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Open eyes,Unfurled wings of a tiny newborn.He means to feel the warmth,To drench his mind in her vision,Her sight,Her gaze.A mother’s blessing upon the soon to beHailed as King. Bleeding woesWill beSoon to beThe stifling of a world’s silence.Can Heaven sing any louder? A tapestry unfolded,A Bible ruined,A journey so sublimeUp to the altarWhere folded…
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It is to my consignThat I must give allowanceTo the earth’s hunger.She flooded the newborns, their milk,Drawn from the sea of her flesh,White as the stains of purityOnce enveloped between her legs. A nicetyTo one single liability,That she must turn to ash,To be gatheredBy the storm with its herding winds.I have, at my backThe urge,…
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“As humans manifest their power in terms of numbers, it is love that remains the oneness. In a scenario where a human believes they can bury their memories beneath the grave, hurl the past behind, it is simple denial. A human denies the ‘existence’ of God, in the same way that they deny their own…
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“The lie is defined by internal intricacy. The lie is always within. The lie is never seen. It becomes truth, when no longer a lie. Place the spotlight on a so-called lie, and continue naming it a lie, and it is truth, never deception. Disregard what is a lie, because you do not notice it,…
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“All love is not delicate, ever on its own. On its own, it is waiting to create. To imagine the universe as infinite, is to believe in love the same. All beauty is delicate to its creator. All beauty is shaped by hands so unseen, while through our submission, we allow them to mold us.”…
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“Naming God to be formless, would mean of Him to not be lustful, not wanting of punishment to others, and not acting as any other human who would grin at the sight of ‘well-deserved’ vengeance. All pleasure is felt of a human in the form. If such is the case, then God cannot punish. For…
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