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THE CHOSEN

THE CHOSEN

I never knew this side of life
and I never did doubt the Mercy of Christ.
but then there was the Holocaust
and the World lost its Innocence;
human life is meaningless and blood flows
for the false perception of a greater good,
we are abandoned to the Chaos
of a Godless world, and we are the randomly
chosen who die in the shelter of light.

Gesu’, Ti chiamo; perche’ non mi parli ?

[Richard for Joe] Joe is doing badly--but he keeps on keeping on. Priest will come today. I know Joe, and he will pull out of this one !

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lovedly

lovedly

9 years 4 months ago

Joe

you are a strong man
now all know
you will hold on
but do not let go
you are mostly needed
by Neo
we all pray ...

Geremia

Geremia

9 years 4 months ago

the priest came to give me

the priest came to give me communion. Richard us n ot Catholic and interprerted it as last rites. I am declining--disease has affected lungs-- BUT I AM STILL ALIVE TO DO BATTLE WITH THE BEAST.

THANK you dear frien n d

alidzain

alidzain

9 years 4 months ago

Joe

Hang in there, hero. You're never alone.

Alid