Lion heart and other delusions
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There is a war raging today in the marketplace of ideas.
It is misery-give or take.
A secret master of ceremonies is at work.
With a Christian, there is no such thing as chance.
"I have called you. I have chosen you."
I am unworthy.
I am worthless.
I am lukewarm.
I always knew it was natural, but I was never sure it is right
"Convention is not morality," she said.
The deathwatch is over.
He passed away.
Oh, virgin heart-brace yourself
for a pain you've never felt.
I wish I could look insanity in the eye
and survive.
I saw a special hell prepared just for me.
I was seated at the table with my enemies.
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