Dentist Confessional. Like, Forgive Me Doctor For I Have Sinned. I Have Partaken Of The Wine. Not Only

What are all of your favourite bible verses? Why are they dear to you? Use this post as an excuse to speak all about them 💗

"by gathering the sum of their consequences in the domain of their intelligence, by seizing and noting all their aspects, by outling their universe." what the fuck does that mean you philosophical baguette eater

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going back to the field where you once played as a child.

its an earthy, magical feeling,

and yet liminal and lonely.

the grass is tall and thin, untouched by those who frequently trimmed it when you were young.

the tree branches are falling, which reminds you of how taken care of it used to be.

prying through the grass, a million spider webs start to dance upon you-

each one uncontrolled by its owner.

because of your current state, you are unable to decide whether to frantically jump out of the way,

shaken of being attacked by the almost invisible threads-

or to apologize to the spider for destroying its home.

barren patches of dirt lay on the ground,

and the wind feels stronger than it used to be.

though the animals may be around, with birds tweeting and foxes prancing far off in the woods,

you feel alone.

as if all the other children who used to play here have forgotten what it was like to simply be a child.

but yet,

somehow,

for a brief moment-

you recall what it felt like to have no worries.

The Reapers Song by HybridDH

Art by ghost_entity

https://x.com/ghosty_entity?s=21

In shadows deep, she walks alone,

A quiet girl with none to own,

A scythe she holds, both sharp and grand,

But gentle is her guiding hand.

Not one for words, she lets things be,

Her eyes speak more than we can see.

No need for crowds, nor praise to claim,

The unknown world is hers to tame.

Beneath the hood, her hair does fall,

She listens close to death’s own call,

Not shy, not fearful of her role,

She guards the passage of the soul.

She steps with grace, her robe so long,

But there’s a sweetness in her song,

The quiet hum that none can hear,

But comforts those who wait in fear.

She doesn’t boast, she doesn’t cry,

She simply lets the moments fly.

Her touch, though cold, is soft and kind,

She brings peace to the troubled mind.

The scythe she wields might seem so grim,

But she’s the one who helps them swim

Through waters dark and shores unknown,

Guiding the lost ones safely home.

And though her job may seem so bleak,

Her heart’s a place where love does speak.

In every soul she helps to go,

She plants a seed for hope to grow.

She loves the quiet, loves the night,

Not one for fame or spotlight bright,

Her cloak’s a comfort, like a friend,

A hidden place until the end.

For in her silence, she has found

A way to help without a sound.

She smiles a smile no one can see,

But in her soul, she’s truly free.

She watches life, she watches death,

Yet feels no sadness, no regret,

For in the end, she knows the truth—

There’s beauty even in lost youth.

So off she goes, with steps so light,

A reaper girl within the night,

Her heart aglow with love so pure,

For every soul, she finds the cure.

In every end, there’s a new start,

A gentle hand, a loving heart,

For though she’s grim, she’s never cold,

She brings new stories to unfold.

can give?

can not.

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