Anonymous ID: f2c6b6 May 14, 2020, 9:44 p.m. No.9180329   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>0338 >>0347

>>9180310

truth is stranger than fiction, anon. If you are having a hard time with the possibility of ayyys and shy monkeys, how do you feel about an ancient bloodline death cult that grows human-like beings in underground military bases and feeds on the blood of children?

Anonymous ID: f2c6b6 May 14, 2020, 9:46 p.m. No.9180344   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>0357

>>9180330

For a different age I was born,

Every man has once said,

Where each was to honor sworn,

Rather to all this cowardice bred,

Thus for a gilded time we mourn,

Insisting such days forever dead

 

Yet of all the feelings ever known,

longing for a time not your own,

is when true cowardice is shown,

especially if dark the age is grown,

for like dawn light in black sown,

all darkness will be overthrown.

 

All darkness will be overthrown.

 

Instead one is given a great gift,

born in darkness and darkest days,

he's given trials, mountains to lift,

Aye, the very minotaur in his maze,

he's called to be strong, to be swift,

a hero upon which his sons gaze.

 

So appear you king or appear you slave,

among the good or a people strayed,

with actions now, the future pave,

for the coward is he who delayed,

product of his age, cradle to grave,

but an age makes not, it is man made.

 

It is man made.

Anonymous ID: f2c6b6 May 14, 2020, 10:10 p.m. No.9180559   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>9180410

Our creator has no idolic form, creates knowing we offer no thanks to that which we cannot comprehend. Selflessly. Anonymously. Only to be punished and forgotten when adversity vanishes and called upon for help when adversity appears. So, when you can, sit in silence with your eyes closed, clear your mind and have a talk with God.