In an age long ago my father walked in communion with the Father. For such he was fashioned, such was his purpose. Eternal in nature, nothing doubting, ever aware. What honor he knew, what glory he beheld! No I am not created for this present misery, this agony of sin that broods like fog upon [...]
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The Altars Are Empty Still
The Altars Are Empty Still Family, Friends, and Foe Race Toward The Black Abyss Headlong They Dash As Watchmen Sleep Through The Night Pulpits Proclaim “Fare Ye Well” And The Altars Are Empty Still Who Is He That Will Lament For The Souls Lost And Undone? For The Fool Who Has Proclaimed He Has No [...]