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Tonight will not end
I won’t let it
Today I awake, asleep
Tonight I will sleep, alive
I remember when we first met
I first met You
That was the last time I breathed
It’s still going on
I feel You around me
Today was my eternity

–Luti-Kriss, “Last Breath / First”–

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If, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God’s abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ!
–Romans 5:17 (NIV)–

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Johann Arndt, True Christianity (Paulist Press, 1978).

Love is patient, love is kind…
Love does not delight in evil 
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects.
–1 Corinthians 13:4, 6, 7 (NIV)–

Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
And now I know all the agony
My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
The ruby fluid of life unleashed
Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
The bastard spawn of a mutinous self
The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom
Malfunction
The means for its ascent

–Meshuggah, “Bleed”–

He who sent me is trustworthy, 
and what I have heard from him I tell the world.
–Jesus Christ in John 8:26 (NIV)–

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Visit again white elephant
Who sent you to loom?
Shall we sever everything?
Ponder this while we ponder why

He’s starting to follow crows
And climbing the ladder somewhere out
To really begin to scare
And plotting to comb the grounds with a fine tooth

You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint

Nothing to say for the last time
Just want to sink his will
Like a predator’s prey in the cold
Slowly starts to show

Assurance is what they need
Hold the lion until it’s fed
It’s still only morning
But the fly’s surfaced

You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint

The stakes are too low
We may not need any
Of course, we never feared
Well and if you couldn’t tell
The cleverest acting
Was the lying by you
Lying by you
Lying by you

You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint

–Chevelle, “Antisaint”–