They say there is a place between Heaven and Earth.
I have seen none of it.
I sit by the water; I see the laughter from below. God smiles upon us, drawing us closer to him, while we seek the depths of our soul, ever-steeped into tangents, our salvation bending, as if we were a branch, and the beast of relativism with his relentless fangs and his labyrinthine smile, crushes us, snapping our backs, as if we were only lacquer to be coated to his divine fur.
However, this place brings patience and consequence. In the far heavens, a rain cloud gathers and drops herself on a corner of the sea. The boatmen, like all boatmen, talk amongst themselves, in the way only boatmen can. There is a little breeze, a jovial pint of sea salt with a touch of a mandolin. Longs shadows pontificate on their existence, rising and falling with the coming dusk.
I have seen none of it.
I sit by the water; I see the laughter from below. God smiles upon us, drawing us closer to him, while we seek the depths of our soul, ever-steeped into tangents, our salvation bending, as if we were a branch, and the beast of relativism with his relentless fangs and his labyrinthine smile, crushes us, snapping our backs, as if we were only lacquer to be coated to his divine fur.
However, this place brings patience and consequence. In the far heavens, a rain cloud gathers and drops herself on a corner of the sea. The boatmen, like all boatmen, talk amongst themselves, in the way only boatmen can. There is a little breeze, a jovial pint of sea salt with a touch of a mandolin. Longs shadows pontificate on their existence, rising and falling with the coming dusk.
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