PietaThe wind ran through her dry, cracked hair, tears framed her face, her throne-like hips held his limp body. The thought of her son dying for everyone's sins did not comfort her. She never could imagine the destruction her son would cause.Pieta
Peaceful mornings are torn apart by the sharp siren cutting crisp air; only fifteen seconds to find safety. Families added to the body count because of who they believe in; the same faith fights on both sides of the trenches.
Pieta tells Michelangelo's marbled story, not of a son dying for the sins of all,
but of cau
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Amazing how life turns out the way that it does
We end up hurting the worst, the only ones we really love ~ Inevitable, Anberlin
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Most of the laugh tracks that you hear on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days most of the people that you hear laughing are dead.
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"And so hold on when there is nothing in you/except the Will which says to them 'Hold on.'"
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"And so hold on when there is nothing in you/except the Will which says to them 'Hold on.'"
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