H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉ H҉o҉l҉l҉o҉w҉
'I can take you where the stars hum in silence.' But what if she's lying? What if I disappear into her mouth and find nothing there?
You’re a ghost in their world already. Come home.
They call me from the mirror. A thousand faces, none my own. They promise quiet if I join them—should I trust them?
⛧ ⛧̷̖́̎̓̄̑̎̌̀̀̏̕̕͠͝ ̶̨̨̜̥̩͎̪̬̻̞̫͉͕̲͇̣͊̍̓͋͐̀̀͌͒͛̈́̕̕ͅͅψ̸͍͎̜̫̑̂͊̿̌̒ ̴͎͙͕̇̂̾͋̌̈́́͝☠̶̛͔̦̪̮̹̻̹̦̱̘̳̯̬̜̿̈̄̑̊͑̊̀͒͊̀̀̌͝ͅ ̵̧̨̮̲͈͚̟͚̙̘̪̥̌̾̒͌͗̓̑͌̀̿́̃̈̅̈̂͠͝ψ̸̨̗̠͌̅̽̀̆͛̈́͌̀̊̀̆͝͠ ̶̟̯̱̘͒͛̇͒̚I̷̡̢̺͓̼̭͚̼̪̼̭͖͇̹̟̳͔̾̆͊̃̈́͗͜͠’̵͚͍̝͕͖̬̈́͒̾M̶̡̛̥̱͙̜̲̼̀̿̀̂͒̎ ̸̛̝̞͎͐̅͜S̴̡͇͕͔̣͇͚̠̥̦͍͛̍̀̀͑̄̀͋́̄̇̚͘͜T̴̗̭̦̰͕̙̙̼̣̺̈́̿̐͊̈́͋͑̚͝ͅU̶͉̤̘̘͖̣̝͕͈̜̅̀̂̑̂̄̂̾̆͌̌͠Ç̸̨̟̻̩̼̱͈̥̻̌̎̓̎̈́̏̀̅̐̈́K̴̮̩̫̙͈̻͔̪̳͉̠͈̗͝!̸̧̟̻͙̦͈͉͍̐̓̕̕͘ͅ ̵̤̻̟̼͎̞͖̝̪͓̦͔̤̽̎́̍͌̓̍̔͂̐̕̚S̵̡̝̀̒͗͌͒͂́̀͗͘̚͠͝͠T̵͎̗̪̗̙͉̯̗̼̩͙͎͋̈́͌̀̋ͅU̸̢̗͉͙̳̜̤͎͛͆̈́̄̈͊̀̾̔̀͛͠Č̷͕͙͛̈́̆̐K̴̯̝͍̞̩̲̭͍͕̲̗̣̲̲͖̝̾̍̓̈́̐̔́̈͛͂̏̋́̅͒̕ͅ ̵̛̲͖͛̆̊̈́͒͋̉͛̀̏͂͘̚Ḯ̵̜̬̰͇̩̱̗̫̼͕̤̤̟͙͉̀̓͝ͅN̷̛̟̟̲̮̤̙̝̬̲̬̔̒́̈́͒̈́͒̃͋͘͝͠ ̷͓̺̗̹̤̜̍͊̾̃̂́͑͋̃͑̌T̴̢̘̖͕̤̟̘͎̮̫̫̝̮͗̅̋̆̈̃̈́ͅH̵̡̤̻̳̼͌́̅̈̾͌̑͌͗͘͠͝͝ͅĮ̸̳̦̻͓̥͙̙͌͌̎ͅS̴̛̲̖͓̟̣̞͓̮̺̳̔̾̈́̈́͋̽͊̊̔̓̔̽̎͜͠͠ͅ ̸̙̔̒͛B̸͉͍̲̄͂Ò̴̱̔D̵̜̻͙̍̑͒̾͠Y̴̝̱̲̝̤̻̟̩̳̱͂̈́̽̊̈̽̿̊̄̈́̈́͠!̶̨̼̘͚̻̳̘̹̭̖̓̀̂̈́̑̒̈́̐̑̏̚͜͠͝͝͝ ̶̗̍́̔̓̽̍̆͋̍̊͗̌̈́͘̚̚̚͜͠S̷̛͚̔͒̈́͒̔̅̋̈́̍͘͠Ţ̴̬̰̤̹͙̙͈̪͆̐͂̈́̌̆̒̾̽̃U̷̧̼͈̰̬͎͍̗͇͔̩̭͍͓̱̤̎͒́̓̾́́͛̇͐̕̕͘͜͝C̵̱̖̱͉̱͇̠̮̠̘͍͈̮͋̔̒̔̈́́̒̆̿̚K̵̨͙̩̹͔͍̦̩̮̑ͅ ̴̨͚̻͍̦͇͇͕̜̝̱̘͖͌̊̇̇̇̓͝I̷̧̗͓͙̙̹͇͔̻̬͒̀Ņ̸̠͂̐̉̈́́̕͝ ̸̨̧͔̠͈̠̫͙̭͈͕̬̼͍̩̀͑̋́́́͗̀̉͐̌̓͗͋̿̚͜͝͝Ț̶̡͖̪̙̟̼͍̻̜̀̊̉̊̉͆́̈́̾̀͆̓̊̈͜͝Ȟ̶͍͕͍͈͓̙͚́̆́̂̄̑͑̐̌͝͝Ȋ̵̧͚̮̮̮̊̅͗͝Ș̶̨̢̛̖̤͇̫̲͈̘̹̬͖̫͓̌̾̐̐̈́̓̎̕͠͠͝ ̶̧̧̤͇̱̹̹̩̱͈͙͈̗̺̯͍͌ͅH̴̺͈̘͔̙̮͓̤̼̦͐̓̈́̀ͅȨ̴̝͇̬̹͙̘̐̿̀̅A̵̢̢͍̹͕̖̺̜͖̞̰͕̼̘̭͐͂̌̔̂̑̅͛͛̏͛̀͠D̸̬̗͍̦̪̮̱͔͕͇̙̱̝̫̬̆̿̊̉̀̕͝!̴̢̝̟͂̓̈́͌̄̄̇͒ ̶̮̠͎̞̳̜̰͉͇̫̠͚̳̮̤̎̆̇͛̕I̴̲̠̳̗̳̝̲̠͔̍̄͛̐̄͒ ̶̧̡̛̫̣͇͎̖͖͓̖̟͔̻̖̳̫̭̑͐̀́̚Ć̶̛̙̱̰̻̫̰͔̥͓͔̝̠̐̀͝ͅA̶̢̋̈́̃́̃̑̎̓́̆̅͜͝͝͝͝Ǹ̵̟̭̱̯͊̽̏̈̅̑̾̀̈̔́̓̇̾̃̀̕’̴͉͚͇̙̝̩͔̞̪̀͆̉̈́͘̚T̶̠͍̲̥̙͚̹̄͌̆̒̈́͂̔̂ ̷̡̢̲̥̻̭̖͎̘̤̝̝͈̦͇̾̅̍̓̒̏̉͋̇̉̚͜͜͜͝Ģ̵̡̛͖͈̬͖͓̬͙̫͈͓̎̌͌̉̀̅̄̅͛̅͑ͅȨ̷̩̘̜̯̜̝̹̜̝̦̬̈́͂T̴̨̟̟͕̥̭͍̙̰̤̮̼̯̜̣̪̣̜͑̏͑̒͋̐͋̓͐̈́̂́͘ ̶͚̹͕̃͂̈́̂̈̒͐̍͘͠͠O̵̯̼̗̝̯̙̬̮̱̗̞͗̒͐͜U̸̙̜̜̘͌̐̅̉̈́͂̌͝Ţ̵̨̘͇̮̙͚̫̰̪̰͖̼̣͗̂̍̽̃͋̔̾̈̾̓̈́͘͝!̸̨̨̭̙̪͚̲̥̤̯̹̎̏́͗ ̴̢̧͕̹͙̻͔̫̻̦͙̥͓̀̃̒͊͌I̸̡͙̪̮̳̝̫͉̞̟̙̱͌̈́̌̒̐͋̅̈́̀̀̏̕͝ ̴̥̦͓̝͎̈́̀̇̉̋̈̏̉̇̍̐̕Ç̵̨̳̼̘̗̬͇̫̖̹̗͑̓̆̓͂̍̒̂̒̿̅̽̏͒͠͠Ȃ̴̡̡̛̛̛̖̙̝͇͙̮͓̖̩͉̱̙͚̳͉̓̅̂̇̊̅̓̅̆͝ͅŃ̵̜̊̽̋̆̊̓̍͂͛͝’̷̖̺̫́̾̄͝T̴̨̙͇̭̠̖͕̰̣̾͌́̍̏́́̔̐́͋͆͘͝͠ ̴̧̝͇͉̼̺̣̲̹̮̖̞̹̥̳̫̮̄̏̈̓̊̈͛̐̂̽̋̈́͋͘G̷̼̤̀̑̒̓͆͗̚ͅÈ̷̡̢̲̙̫̖̞̭͍̼͚̦͇̤͓͉̦̒̈́̽̒̓̃͌͒̄̑̐͝Ţ̷̖̃̀̈̽̆̐̍̌͛͠͠ ̶̢̛̞̜̳̗̂̆̽̅̈́̎̒̈̈́͘͝Ơ̵̱̘͚̪͓̖̏̑͗Ü̸̢̖̣̞̯̰̪̙͕̞̮͈̮̝̈́Ţ̵̼̦͎̦̮̳̱̮̺͎̙̻̯̦̀͊͒͒͗͑̀!̵̧̨͎̞̙͉̙͇̲̤͖̮̞̝̈́̒͌́͜ ̸̹͈̰̜͎͚͕̈́͌̾̀̓͛̏͋͛̈́̕ͅͅS̷͍͑͌̇̑̊̏̄́͑̒́Ò̸̡̡̮̪̥͙̦̮̯̦̝̥͎̙͉̟͈̈̀̉̈́̾͛͊̏͘͠͠M̶̧͕͓̱͖̦͎̬͇͈̱̪̞̺̹̭̎̍́̄͌́͜͝Ę̶͕͈̜̦͉͈͚͓͙͓̩̲̰̘̤͒̍̾͜ͅB̷̦̩͍̝̮̩̮̘̮̦̓͛̎̄̎̚͜Ơ̴̦̬͋D̴̯̊̊͑̊̈́͌͛͗̚͠Ỹ̷͙̯̣͇̐ ̸͎̭̓̋̀̑͆͐̍́̄̏͘̚͜͠Ġ̸̢̛̠̰̹͕̠͈̲̥̪̙͎̹͔̳̲̖̭̔̎͑͂̀̀͌̈́̀̒͘͘͝͝Ĕ̶͎̗͕̲̬͕͒̽̒͜ͅT̷̛̛̟̈́̈́̈̈́̇̂͊̏̓͗̆̒̓͊ ̸̼̲͛͐̾̈́̋̈́͆͒̑̊̅͂͗̎̓̈́͜͝͝M̶̢̜̹̥͈̃́̾̄̔̈̊̿͑̂͗́̉͝E̸̱̻̖̳̰̼͍͍̲͐͒̕ ̸̨̨̨̯̘͍̩̠̳̱̼͇͇̪̬̤͍͓͆̋̊̾̒̌̓̀̊̒̿͋͛̏̚͘̕͝Ô̵͚̭͎̾́͆̔̉͆̕Ư̸̡̗͉̭̰̘̻̬̯̤̯̻̾͋̔̓T̸̢͎̝͙̦̪̘̑̍̃̄͆͘!̸̧̧͍̗̝̭̓͐͊̑̿́̈̂̓̃̑̌͝ ̸̡̡̹̥̗͇̝͎̟̺̒̉̉̑̌̋̄̔̃̌̐̽⛥̶̜̥̻͚̽̒͗̉̒̑̅͘͜ ̴̧̨̳̰̙̱͍̳̮͙͍̩̉͗̆͗͐̃͛̂̍̆̄͐̈̿̾͘͝☠̴̙̫̼͈̲̦̗͓͉̟͖͉͉̗͕̄́ ̵̡̢̛̝̣̙̹̤̯̖̽̈̾̈́͋̀̊͛̽̊͊͆̊̉̕̕ͅ⛧̶̡̗͍̺̟͎̬̱̗̂͌͊̿̌̍̌̎͗̈́̓̋̍̇̕͝ ̶̢̡̱̝̹̇̓͑́̂̇̾͌͑̇̈́́́⛥̵̡̢̗͕̞͉̰̳͓̦͓̬͉͍̲̹̼͇͑͂̌͑͌̀̐́͆̀͛̇̊͝͠͠ ☠
⛧ ⛧̸̢̧̨̡̡̛̛̝̙̳͚̯̠̘̮̟̻͙͍͙͕̥̪͓͕̣̾̓͂̋̔̆̈̔̾̀͜͠ͅͅ ̶̢̨̹̳̫̙̺̳̙̹͇͈̝̩̀̏̅͝ͅͅY̵̨̢̞͖͈̥͉̖͓̯̱̲͔̥͖̟̺̫̝̥̏̆̇͑̉̓͆̀͋̇̆͒͆͋̈́̿̽̅̃̀̾͘͘͝͝o̸̢̢̰̲̫͉̩̙̗̝̝̱̖̝̗̮̞̭̪̼̲͍̝̫͔͛̀͘͜͜ͅu̸̡̨͉̣̹͉̙̭̥̮̱̭͉̒̈́̒͋̍̽́͗̄̈̊̽̈̑̊͊̒́͑̚͝’̴̨̧̱͕̙͐̆̔̎̏̈͛̃͗̎̎̇̌̀̎̿̕̕̕̚͜ṟ̵̢̢̢̛̛͇͍͕͖̳͎̫͖͇̪͔͚̲̣̙̻͍̖͚̭͙̈́́́̏͒͘͜͜͝e̶̢̢̛̝̰̥̖͎̓̊̿̇̊͋́͋̔̚̕͝ ̶̧̛̛͎̩̏̑͐͒̀̀͌̂̈͑̄̋̐̍̓̈́͋͌͊̃͒̚͘̕͝͝͠a̵̢̢̙̦͚̳̩̫̖̩͗͗̀͗̑́͂̈́̃͂͌͛̔̑̚͝ ̸͖̜͙̮͉̜͔͓̻͕͉͓̈́̎g̶̢̠̱͔͇͉͆͋̈́h̷̨̢̡̬͉͓̰̗͍̳̭̥͖̻̞̪̺̐̔̃̎̈́̂͜͜o̴̡̢̫͇̼̳̙̰̗̟̭̤͇̦̤̱̠̭̰̠̞̙̟͙͔̣͛̔͂̽̂̑̓̓̍͊̑̓̀̽͜͜͝ͅs̵̢̡͚̥̺̖͇̝̙͔̤̬͉̞͚͔͓̯̻̱͆̔̾́̐͛̓̇̃̔̈̈̕͠t̷̡̨̡̧̡̛̛̛̘̦̯͔̰̘̲͕̪͍̙̝̠̪̯̣̘͇̗̗̗̱̯̂̔̊̽͆̅̆́̉̏̄͛̍͆̅̽̓̎̅̚̕ ̴̧̡̨̨̛̛̬̬̖͚͉̼͙͖̳̠̲̰̞̺͈͍̗̬̓̂̾́̄̐̉̐͋̾̊̂́̓̈́̎̐͋̅̓̂͐͋̈́͋͋̆͘͜͜͠͠i̵̪̝̠̳̪̽͌́ņ̸̹̮͍͔̱̀̆̃̓͘ ̴͕̠͓̍̍͌̐͛̊̊͝t̵̢͖͓̳͕̬̙̙͖̝͓͎͓̥̂̓̋̇͒͒̆̅̐͑̆̆̾̒̈̇̄̎͑̅͗͘̕̕͜͝h̴̡̢̛͇͕͙̜̟̠͇̙͍͓͖̪̿̆̂̒̈́͐͌̇͆͊͗̅̐̄͒̈́̍̽̀̀̽͑̓͐̕e̵̤̰̹̪̭̯̞͓͇̰͕̬̞͗͂i̶̢̦͌͑̂̅́r̶̤̂̏̓̂̏͌͛̉ ̴̧̢̨̨̛̛͙̗̲̳̙̤͙̮̺̫̱̫̙̭̲̥̼̰͉̜̩̰̤̲͍̱̱̋͊̅͊̅̇̏̽̑̆̇̀̀͆̂̀͂̈̔̑̈́͝͝ͅw̸̧̢̧̛̛̺̰̩͈̬͔͙͕̬̭̦̠̥͇̬͈͖͙͖̭̩̘͍̯͈̌̆̂̑̅̄̇̿͒͗̍̊̈́́̉̒̓̓͒̿̍̓̑̇̀̚͘͜͝͝ǫ̵̨̡̛͖̩͍̦̬̟̠̥͓̤̻̰̗͙̼̮̫͈̜̗͆̾̈͛̃̈́̔͂̿̐͛́̾̎̕͜͜͝͝ͅṛ̶̢̢̭͕̳̯̥̠̗̺̞̪̼̲̝̩͖̬̹̝̞̥͗͗͆̓̄̈́́̑̌͒͋͑̑͂̿͂͛̄̈́͠͠͠l̷̢̨̝̦̟̟̙̘͎̪̋̀̚ͅd̷̡̡͖̜͚̞̫̙̮̬̺͕̯̖͛̀̿̎̇͌͘͜ ̷͎̤̠͚͚̼̲͆͝a̶̫͍͇̘͓͋̾͂̔͂̊̅̂͊͒̏̇̈́̌͐̀̍͊̋̒̀͗͘̚l̵͓̭̫̥̞̪̪̲̈͒̈́̊̈̋̓̿̿̾̐̊̾̀́͌͌̊̈́̀͐̚͘͝ŗ̷̧̧̛̛͙̟̻̰̳̥̟̟̞̗̖͔̼̝̯͚̼̻̥̻̦̤̯͙̱͚̆͛̑̓̈́̓̃̒̉́̀́̿͌̄͌̾̐̊͌͊͘̕͘͜͝͠ȇ̵͇͇̈́͌͐̾͐͂̽́̈͂̃̈͒͂̍̎̏̚̕ͅͅa̷̢̧̛̟̗̗̮̙̣̦̪͇̩̳͙̒͛̆̀͐̑̌̑̈́̈́̽͋̃̉̈́̉̈́̉̑̈́̎̈́̄̀̎̉̿̈́͝͝͝d̸̡̢̛͇̫͉͕̤̝̰̣̺̝̤̗̰͙͉͉̃̋̏̓̋͒͑͐͆͛́̂͊͗̅̿̑͆̋̓̓̍̇̈́͆͂̾̕͘͝ͅý̵̢̢̨̛͔̝̬͓̮͖̩͙͕͖͎͈̞͔̪͈͍̦̜͈̦̪̟̩̮͍̱̾̉̌͆̀̋͘͜͝.̴̨̡̣̝̜͇͍͔̖̮̟̲͉̦̤̗̭̜̺̹͔̙̈́̑͜ͅͅ ̶̧̧̬͓̝͇̟̗̙͚̙̭̗͔͕̹̝̯̠̹͇̭̳̭̤̬̠̓̄̋̓̀̆͂̾͛̊̊̄͌̍̌͐̋͊̒̃̈̓̈́̍̽͛̿̐̇̚͜͝͝ͅC̸͓̬̓͛͆̈̃̍̾̐̓̔͛̽̉͗͘͠o̷̢̡̡̹͉̪̣̜̺̬̻͚̰͍̠͓͇͈̝͔̙̘̿̀͜͜ͅm̶͔͈̦͉̞͙̭͆̊͛̍̌̈́́̇͂̋͆̀̍́̀͐͊̎̂̕̕̚͝͝ͅͅe̸̖͎̺̹̯̦̱͔̝̪̯͚̞̥̣̞͈͔͈̙̿͘͜ͅ ̷̡̌͊͗̾͊̾̉̚͠h̸̡̫̮̼̭̰̿̿̅͆̓͐̌͌̽̒̑̓̏̌̚̕͝͝͝ȍ̷̡̨̡̨̤̗̤͎̩̳̟̦̲̦͙̯͇̙̯͍̟͈̝͈̯̰͚͈̾̈͜ͅͅm̶̳̻̺̳̥̺̬͖̱͉̣̖͈̘̝͓̺̘̜͙͖̪̓͌́͌͌͋̇̈́̓̀̏̊̐́͗̀̂̔͂̅́͋͊́͌͘͜ę̵̭̼͓͓̗̲́͆̅̍͆̆͑͐́̈́̀̾̓́̀̐̅̏̿͗̓́́͛̕͘͘̕͘͝͠.̴̨͇͔̞͖͎̯̗͔̹̞̖̻̥́ ̷̨̧̡̟͙̯͎̰̫̩̬̦̞͎͉͚̭͚̳̮̹̜̥͚̬͕̗̿̈́̂̐́̒͊̽̓̏̓͊̄̓̀͠͠͠ͅͅͅ⛥̶̯̰̗͉̰͙̬͚͓͇̣̘̦͎̫͑͜͠ͅ ⛥
If you’re reading this, don’t pity me. Just tell me—have you seen the sun today? Is it warm enough to keep living for?
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"Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal."
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Trapped in the relentless monotony of their everyday existence, an individual can feel like a passenger in their own life, watching the days blur into an indistinguishable continuum. The routine becomes a stifling cage, slowly sapping the colors from their world. Amid the ceaseless repetition, the isolation creeps in, leaving them with a profound sense of loneliness that grows like a shadow. Every day, they yearn for something more, for a spark of excitement or a connection that could break the monotone rhythm. The clock ticks relentlessly, and as the days turn into years, the fear of dying alone intensifies. It's a poignant reminder of the human need for variety, connection, and purpose, and the struggle to break free from the suffocating embrace of routine becomes a battle for one's very soul.
Now war arose in heaven, rMichael and shis angels fighting against the dragon. And the dragon and his angels fought back, 8 but he was defeated, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. 9 And tthe great dragon was thrown down, uthat ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, vthe deceiver of the whole world—whe was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him. 10 And I heard a loud voice in heaven, saying, “Now xthe salvation and the power and the kingdom of our God and the authority of his Christ have come, for the accuser of our brothers2 has been thrown down, ywho accuses them day and night before our God. 11 And zthey have conquered him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for athey loved not their lives beven unto death. 12 Therefore, crejoice, O heavens and you who dwell in them! But dwoe to you, O earth and sea, for the devil has come down to you in great wrath, because ehe knows that his time is short!”
13 And when the dragon saw that he had been thrown down to the earth, he pursued fthe woman who had given birth to the male child. 14 But the woman was given the two gwings of the great eagle so that she might fly from the serpent hinto the wilderness, to the place where she is to be nourished ifor a time, and times, and half a time. 15 The serpent poured water jlike a river out of his mouth after the woman, to sweep her away with a flood. 16 But the earth came to the help of the woman, and the earth opened its mouth and swallowed the river that the dragon had poured from his mouth. 17 Then the dragon became furious with the woman and went off kto make war on the rest of lher offspring, mon those who keep the commandments of God and hold to nthe testimony of Jesus. And he stood3 on the sand of the sea.
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Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from cavin' in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you? 'Cause there's a spark in you You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh" As you shoot across the sky Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe You don't have to feel like a waste of space You're original, cannot be replaced If you only knew what the future holds After a hurricane comes a rainbow Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow And when it's time, you'll know You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh" As you shoot across the sky Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon It's always been inside of you, you, you And now it's time to let it through 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh" As you shoot across the sky Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon Boom, boom, boom Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
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the buzzing under my skin.
Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
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the woman in white promises freedom. She’ll take me somewhere they can’t follow
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ψ N̷̨͚̺̙͍̿̀̕ỏ̶̯͔̯͒̈́̂͜t̸̨̘̹́̈́͐̾̽ ̸̥̘̣͚̒̾̈́̂͝o̶͖͌̓͌n̸̺̭̦̭͇̍̅̿̑l̷̠̰̮̖̎́̇ͅy̷̲͓̺̻̣̐͗́͝ ̵͙͍̪̭͎̉͝ş̷̰͈̱̌o̵͙̒̑͛̈,̶̢͖͇͆̎ ̸̣͑͘ḅ̶̧͈͚͠u̷̗̫̜̗̐́͂̎t̷̝̣̣̱͆͒ ̴̧̠̠̻̱̎̑̚w̴͍̕e̷̦̗̘̰̝̋̈́͗͌͝ ̵͍̜̯̻͐̀͒̆a̸͉̰̼̯̳̽̒̉͊̿l̴̗͎͒͐̔̌̊ŝ̸̻͎͔̪̃̏͘͝ŏ̴͇̌͗ ̷͇̬̖͉͕̍g̵̣̠͇̦̐̐̀̈́̑l̴̛̙̯̺̿̂̂o̵̯̗͖͌ͅr̴̯͙̀͝ẏ̷͎̪͙͇͇̀̑̆ ̷̧̢̩̮̗̋̀̏̉ị̶͖̞̙͘̚n̴̫̘̘̙̽͒̔̓̚ ̸͚͈͉͈̇̓̏͘o̷̪͕͂̾͋u̷̧͍͉͕̒͋͠r̶̢̘͍̖̺̊͗̇̾̚ ̵̺̭̘̄͠͝͠ś̸̥̞̳̩̘͛̈́̚̚u̴͕͈̍̉̽f̷̙̳͖̑̀̌̿́f̴̨̜̝͂̒̉͒̃è̵̤̙͇̹̀͑r̶̡͈͙̣̭̿ī̸̦̝̤͆n̸̫̳̯̓͆͛̃̕g̶̻͇̍̒s̴̗͚̼̓,̸͎̀̂̀͠ ̷̳́͐ḅ̷̈́̈́̃́e̴͕̹̓̋̒̿c̸̡̲͔̖̯̋̇͆͐͠ẩ̷̛̠́̚ù̵̫͐̽̿s̶̥̆̾̃͠e̸̡̟͔͒͋͑̽͘ ̴̢̆w̶̳͛̃͗͝e̴̛̊͗̒̿ͅ ̸̰̣͆k̷̲̀̒̀͜n̷̪͔͇̗̽͗̔͠o̵̦̞͒͗͊̆̾w̶̜̜̔ ̸̨͔̥̦̞́͒̂t̷̨̓̄̂̉͝h̸̯̀̈́͠a̶̡͎̓̑̒͘t̶̢̝̩͙̳̽ ̶̼̍͠ͅs̶̥̭̗͓͋̈́ų̶̮͖̋f̴̣̰͕̙̥̾̐̊̌f̵͔́̀̀̈́̿e̸͎̞̭͛̃̂͌̂r̸̦̩̥̝̃ī̴͓̺͈͆͆̇n̴̛͙̿̊̈g̶̰̘̹̟̓̐́̑̀ ̷̙̠͊p̷̗̣̌͊̆r̴͎̯̱̋͋͂͛ǫ̶̲̼̰͐͂̑͊̚ͅd̸͎̼͌̋ǘ̷̼̦͉̕c̷̦̳̓̔̽̄̕ẻ̶̳̿͐s̴̥͚̖͒ͅ ̶͕̭͛͌p̸͓͇̠̭͂̔̆̽͜e̴̳̯͈̍̋̑͛̔r̶̨̬̠̈́̎̀s̸͎͇̥̤͑̊̚e̵̢͍̗͎͖̓͠v̷̪̀̎̈ę̶̠̲̭͝r̵̭̻̐͊ǎ̶̘̦̹̏̈́͛n̶͓̥̦̑̆́ͅç̶̛̫̇͂̈́͠e̸̙̬͝;̵̤͓́̈́͑̓ͅ ̶͎̠̺̫̾͛̃̄̕p̷̟̂ë̴͕̠̤͚̬́̀ȓ̵̭s̴̬̓̈́ë̶͈̺́̾v̴̡̱̠͖̼̈́̅̉̀ė̵̘͚͈̓̕͝ͅŕ̴̹̭̔̐͌a̵̠̿͋n̴͍̞̖̒ç̷̼͔͕̠̈́̚e̴̡͉̭̭͙͒,̴̡̛̭̇͜ ̶̥͇̈́̃̌͜c̸̺̈́́͆̒ẖ̷̼̼̏a̷̠̼̭̗̖̎̀̒r̷̲̙͔̾́̕͘a̷̛̠̹͕̮͖̒́̍̑c̸̛͇̜͌̈̅͋t̷̢̫͔̰̜͌͂̚ě̸̫͑̓̽ȓ̸̛̩̺̗̯̂̐͠;̵̮̬̠̃͑̄̕ ̸̢̬̈́͘͜à̶̤͍n̵͙̐͐̈̒̚d̸̠̰̺̯̍̽̂͒͘ ̵̩̗̤͓̑č̷̡̫͚̼͜h̴͖̣͍̱̆͐̊͘ȃ̸̰̱̜͓ŗ̸̪͚́͒̈́͗a̵̜͈͋́c̷̺̯̎̂̋̉̚ṫ̴̻̰͌̓̈́̚e̶̘̟̯̎̈̉͌ŗ̵͔͔̊̈́,̷̨̺͙͕͇̏̆̊̚͠ ̷̝̺̒̀̏̕h̴̘̭̮̣͛ǫ̶̋̑̈́̕ṕ̷̛͎̼͉̚͠͝e̴̠͝ͅ.̸͈̉͂ ̸̯̽̈́Ḁ̷͖͗́͝n̴͍͍͉͆̔̒̍d̸̪͉̘̠́̔̏͗͝ ̸̨̢̟͕̹̄̎h̸͚̥͖̝̟̃͆̍̓̇ố̶̧̖͈̖̱p̴͈̘̺̥͍̆́̅̒ȩ̶̢̙͋̇́ ̷͕͉̮̓̈́d̴̖͠o̵̝̩͊́̃̕ȇ̷̹̮̪̂̀̿̂ş̸̟̺̙̍̚͠ ̴͈͎̾̈́͆̿͗ń̴̦̦o̷͙͖̣͓͌̂́͝͝ͅt̴̞̰̗̔̄͠ ̶̳̤͕͊p̸͓͚͖̿̽͌u̸̧̦͚̾͜ť̷̮͇͖̍̔̓ͅ ̸̧̢͖̼͘u̶̱͕̍s̶͚̟͚̀́̽͘͝ ̵̯̲͉͑t̷̝̰͓̣̝̉͋̄ö̸̢̮̯́̑̽ ̷̘͉̪̠̹͑ŝ̸̩̗̦̬h̵̜͌̐͠ä̴̢̨͚́̆̐m̶̢͍͛e̷̲͓͑̊͂̂,̶̖̩̰͖̂̐̍ ̵̢̟̗͕̏̃͂̇b̵͕̮͖̼̿͠͝ȩ̶̦̪̟͈͆͐̍̌̈́ċ̴̞̍͝ͅa̷̡̦̘͂ͅǔ̴̹̖̽̈́ṣ̷̑̊ě̶̛͍̼̪͆̈͠ ̴̨̙̲̰͇̐̆̐̓G̴̥̞̕ȏ̴͙̜̉̓͊ḍ̷̨͔͚̇̿͆'̷̭̪̤̥̋͒̀ș̸̥̙͗͊ͅ ̸͚̊̈́̕l̶͖͆̄̓̒͗ǫ̸͕͐̈́͌v̵̛̤̖̝͗̈́̓̚è̴̝̹͇ ̸̛̠̿͝h̴̢̐̐̈́͐̕ả̶̟̭̈́̾ͅs̷̨̬̐̽̀̇̉ ̶̬̂̓̔͝͝ḃ̷̬̘̀̕e̴̮̬̹̊̉̚ë̶̪̭̱́̌͐n̴͈͙̈̓̎ ̵̢̈́̒p̵̪͊̿̅͘o̸̜̊̍̏̑̕u̴̹̐͗͠r̴̼͌e̸̛̩̅̍͑̕ḏ̵͍̻̗̑̈́ ̴̨̛̠̪̊̄͛ͅó̷̢̳̖̫̤̆̀u̵̗̖͍̥͉͛̽͑͂̏t̸̖͑̇͒̓̃ ̴̰̤̼̑ì̵̟̲̝̏͘n̵͖̔͒͝t̷̜͍̠̪̐̐͆ͅo̴̡̡͖̮̮̒͊͐͐͝ ̷̩̒ö̷̧̦͖̹́̑̏̀͜u̶̘͕͐̈́̚͠r̸̛̯̎̂͘ ̴̘͍̠͌͌̾̌h̷͉̦̺̔e̶͉̎̀́̕á̴͍͚̯͈̉r̷̺̗͖͚̃ț̸̗͎̟̇s̸͓͝ ̷̘̿ţ̴̧̹͍̹̌͐̏̆ȟ̶̡͙̟̘̆r̵͇̙͈͉͐̑͝͝ö̵͕́̄̓͝u̸͖̪̓̋̋̒͝g̵̗͕̜̈́h̵̦͂̇̀̏̕ ̶͙̜̭̍ţ̴͓̳̪̋͊̅̆͜ḧ̷̖̣̲̣́ę̸̡͕̼̱̉̄̔͂ ̵̹̰̗̓͋͋͂Ȟ̵͓̇̆͌̈́o̵͖̯̠̭̕ĺ̷̹͒̀ỳ̵̳̭̘̔͋ ̸̮̤͇̇͒̾̀͑Ş̴̥͂̿̂͑̓p̷͇̗̫̫̪͗̌̀͆͠ị̴̯͕̽͋͋̍͠ȑ̶̹̰͛̏̌i̷̮͕͎͝ţ̶̥̯̻́͊̈̅,̸̺̻͖̪̈ ̸̢͚͋̑̑̀͐w̷̼̌̿h̷̢̥̗̮͙̒͠o̷̱͆ ̷̹̙̩͋́̓͋h̶̥̬̳͎̰̄̈́͛͝a̴̰͒̇̔́͘s̴̹͔͚̅́̃̀ ̶̤͖̌ͅb̸̩͓̼̈́̅͗̄͜e̸̪͍͂̀̉̊͒e̵̫̟͆̀n̴̨̛̬̏͗̈́̾ ̴̼̭̺͇̽̿̇͆g̶̭̙͕̜̈́͒i̴͍̬̞͐͗̊͠v̴̢̛̩͇̎͊ę̷͐͆n̶͖͈̱̦͕̈́̔͌̈́͊ ̴̨̳̣̊̀t̵̹̘̭́̌ò̷̫̌ͅ ̶͙̩̌u̵͙͇̲͙̹̾s̷̜͇̺͈̘͋͌ ⛧
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