Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:
I have found so much beauty in the dark,as I have found a lot of horror in the light.
In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...
Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.
Her eyes bled from venomous anger...Her flower had been gruesomely deflowered...Her life had slowly turned into a blunder...There was no more thinking further....She would rather become a Foetus murde...
…I’m afraid of what the digital age will do to the world, to the things we think are important… it’s almost like people want to believe in some illusion that they’re robots and forget altogether that...
I think that God that we have created and allowed to shape our culture through, essentially Christian theology is a pretty villainous creature. I think that one of the things that male patriarchal fig...
What is the point of our lives? There isn't any. I can't seem to decide how much horror and how much joy lies within that simple truth, but I know it is both of those things at once.
Insurgence and all forms of evil in a society doesn't describes her as a failure, but vividly shows a lack of love for one another.