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Japanese Breakfast - Till Death
All our celebrities keep dying
While the cruel men continue to win
You'd reassure me in a way you only can
Get these days to go by like the swaying of a ship
Your shape in the dark
Out of state, licensed to me
Public pool, Miller moon
Don’t turn away, I’m still awake
Steering on hostile waves of panic
Like fighting a wheel that pulls to the right
I don’t deserve you but I’m giving it my best
Extol your sacrifice with fine caviars and aspics
Your voice, in the night
Sing me to sleep, soothe this insomnia
Haunted dreams, stages of grief
Repressed memories
Anger and bargaining
Your embrace, healing my wounds
Teach me to breathe, teach me to move
PTSD, anxiety, genetic disease
Thanatophobia
What in God's name would you find?
"If the answer to that, as I suspect, is, you would find an uneasy silence, and people thinking you were looking for some kind out handout, then what is the church all about? Cause to me that would be the essence of the church of what the church IS all about. It's about sin and grace. Emptiness and fullness. People who are in great need, and the great source of meeting that need in community with each other and with God. And if that's not being met, then all the programs (of christianity), and the buildings, and TV shows, and the what have you... are worthless... or so secondary as to be worthless."
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