December 5, 2007
I am ripped and bleeding flesh on a rusty barbed-wire fence. There is no grace, there is no mercy. Only tattered carrion hungry for further decay. How could a heart, once so sweet, so full of tenderness, have become so vile. Corruption you are become my grace. There are no answers, there are no [...]
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December 5, 2007
Isaac Davis: “You know what you are? You’re God’s answer to Job, y’know? You would have ended all argument between them. I mean, He would have pointed to you and said, y’know, ‘I do a lot of terrible things, but I can still make one of these.’ You know? And then Job would have said, [...]
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