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One day, a boy went outside to play and decided he wanted to go exploring. He walked farther than he usually would, past all his familiar surroundings and came across a clearing. Upon reaching the clearing, he noticed that it was filled with small flowers and a girl sitting on top of a mound of upturned earth. She was smiling and in her mouth was a stem of one of the flowers.
The boy, curious as to why she was doing that, asked her about it. Instead of telling him, she grabbed one of the flowers from the ground and handed it to him. Not knowing what to expect, the boy took the stem and tried tasting on the broken end to discover that it had a sour but pleasant taste, similar to grapes. The boy smiled and sat with the girl on the mound and enjoyed talking with her the rest of the evening, while having more of the floral treats.
Time passed quickly and the two had to part ways to return home. Before they left, the girl promised that she would be there the next day and wait for him to come back. The boy agreed and headed home, still amazed by the new friend he had made and the odd, yet wonderful treat she had shared with him.
That night the boy dreamed he was again sitting on that mound of earth with the girl, enjoying more of the flower stems as they watched the clouds go by, just as they did earlier that day. It was a wonderful dream.
The next day, the boy eagerly rushed back to the place the girl was, hoping he'd get to talk to her again. Eager to meet with the girl again to talk and share the flowers he ran back to the area he came across before.
But there was no one there.
He sat upon the mound of earth for a while, till the evening came, waiting for the girl to come back, but she never did. Saddened, the boy leaped off the mound and decided to go home. Before he left, he decided that he would enjoy another flower stem before he went back home. He picked up another one of the stems that he had enjoyed the day before and tasted it, but quickly spat out and threw it on the ground. The flavor of grapes was no more. The flower stem tasted of nothing but dirt and grass.
Confused, the boy tried another only to find that it, too tasted the same. He longed for the taste once more, to see the girl again, but with no explanation for the dissappeance of either he ended up going home. He again went to sleep that night and dreamt of spending time upon that small hill with the girl. It was a wonderful dream.
The next day the boy decided that he would return to that place and wait again for the girl. Maybe she could explain what had happened with her and the flowers the day before. Maybe, something would be different this time around.
It was indeed different.
The entire area had been reduced to nothing but fresh earth. The flowers he'd enjoyed with the girl along with the little hill the sat on were no more. He was alone in an empty field that no longer had any resemblance or trace of what he sought. Crestfallen, the boy decided to return home and never to come back. That night the boy dreamed yet again of the girl and the flowers. He then realized that even though they were gone, the memories would always be with him.
It was a wonderful dream.
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The Rider of Malice
The horseman gos by the name of death. He carry's with him a goblet of Malice and a flock of ravens.Oh to the people as they trembal in fear when he walks. The gates are open wide and death is with him. Behold he says with a mighty force to all mankind yee all shall die.
On a stormy eve a night as dark as deaths hair. The plagues are unleashed and with it many deaths. Behold the rider said. Yee all shall perish.
The harlot rides with the horseman in red velvet clothing and on a red horse with eyes of fire.She says in a mighty voice. To all mankind i shall strike yee down with my sin. Yee shall lust after my image and yee shall die.
A great earthquake shook the world and all islands hid themselves. A great war broke out and much blood was shed. For miles and miles was blood. The crows pick the dead mans bones.
Many fear the coming of Abaddon he shall bring death and hell with him. For the gates of Hades will never close till the final hour on the clock.
Death will bring much pain to some. And pleasure to very few. To the blasphemers and the hypocrites. I look forward to the day of your crucifixion upon broken crosses and as you take your last breath you shall embrace the flames.
From fire he came and in his left hand was a scroll. In the writeings of the scroll was the many evil deeds of mankind that he brought. In his right hand is a set of weights. For the judgment he shall weigh your heart. If yee pure you may get peace but oh to the wicked for there pain will be great. The worm shall gnaw on your flesh. And you shall gnash your teeth. Dont look for forgivness as none will come. No angels no love. Pain.Darkness.The true death. The death of your soul.
Many will bow down but there hearts to stone. They will weep.
The hangman's noose around they throats as they cry tears of blood they shall reap what they sowed.
For all mankind is deceived. And few will enter paradise.
My question to my self will i enter? I doubt it as the wicked will get no taste of peace. Only death.
none of this is from the bible just my imagination running wild like all times dont get offend i am not trying to preach.
Calling it now. Duby is a Prophet.
god dammit duby
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Nuestra Seņora de la Santa Muerte i ask for your protection.
I ask for your healing.Your guidance and wisdom.
Protect me in this coming battle.
Let me not fear death but embrace it. Protect me from it and guide me up to the skys.
My sweet holy lady of death. Please watch over me.
May you cradle me with your sweet death.
I ask for your care.
Thank you Santa Muerte