The devil can walk on water
chadwick
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Devil on water walking
standing still no breath
floating beneath underneath world going by
Evil walks on water
kindness did with god
the devil walks on waves
a surfer if he wants to be
On water on top
Jesus spoke of prayer
and wet feet parting seas
Satan rises
smooth as liquid glass sunsets
painted like a silk cathedral
where sin begins
Demons walk on water
kites fly
Demons walk on water
puppy dog tails
Pleasant
and all meadows pond frogs
god walking on water
and lilly pads
Somehow death
good nor bad
The devil can walk on water
standing still no breath
floating beneath underneath world going by
Evil walks on water
kindness did with god
the devil walks on waves
a surfer if he wants to be
On water on top
Jesus spoke of prayer
and wet feet parting seas
Satan rises
smooth as liquid glass sunsets
painted like a silk cathedral
where sin begins
Demons walk on water
kites fly
Demons walk on water
puppy dog tails
Pleasant
and all meadows pond frogs
god walking on water
and lilly pads
Somehow death
good nor bad
The devil can walk on water
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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Godfather.
thank you, Godfather
i was thinking last night
this piece could go on and on and on
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
the devil walks on water
but only man can sink
"It comes to this," Tarrou said almost casually; "what interests me is learning how to become a saint."
"Perhaps," the doctor answered. "But, you know, I feel more fellowship with the defeated than with saints. Heroism and sanctity don't really appeal to me, I imagine. What interests me is being a man."
"Yes, we're both after the same thing, but I'm less ambitious."
Rieux supposed Tarrou was jesting and turned to him with a smile. But, faintly lit by the dim radiance falling from the sky, the face he saw was sad and earnest. There was another gust of wind and Rieux felt it warm on his skin. Tarrou gave himself a little shake.
"Do you know," he said, "what we now should do for friendship's sake?"
"Anything you like, Tarrou."
"Go for a swim."
Camus, 'La Peste'
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