God gives depression to those he fears most.
He weighs us down, praying - to himself, ironically enough - that we don't get back up.
... but then we do. We rise like ocean waters harboring the strength of a thousand hurricanes. We rage like a thousand storms - the very storms we vowed to take the world by.
... and the thunder that rolls is God shaking in his shoes.
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Miscellaneous Murmurs
RandomI tend to be one of those that has late night epiphanies that I must write down before they disappear. This book is simply a place to put those little ideas/thoughts/philosophies. Enjoy if you please, and do leave feedback, should you be inclined to...
