| Gabriel ( @ 2008-01-30 00:35:00 |
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| Current music: | 4 A.M.-Gwen Stefani |
| Entry tags: | angel, father, holy holy holy, i commend my spirit, i hate this place, john constantine, tony |
12 + Laus Deo +
One justice has been dispensed and another emerges. What manner of chaos are you inflicting now, rabble? What is your cause? The smell of smoke and sound of screams will not satisfy you in the end. You spill blood in an effort to feed your gluttony? I'm curious.
Tony, I know it is still soon yet but I would your opinion of the layout I have for the church's garden. At your leisure, of course.
Private//Unhackable//Cursed
Father I don't pretend to know what you plan for each life. I have done what was asked of me, and I will do so again gladly for you. This has been a humbling experience. What weeping and gnashing of teeth is done in your light. I know you have not nor will you ever forsake me. Even in this place, at this distance. Somehow, I know you are there.
Speak to me. Please. Return my wings to me and give again the gifts you once created me with. These meager tools of man hardly suit any work of yours.
I helped bring out truth today. Quite unexpectedly.
Mmm, the Corinthian knows John, Father. Yes. That John.
Father I don't pretend to know what you plan for each life. I have done what was asked of me, and I will do so again gladly for you. This has been a humbling experience. What weeping and gnashing of teeth is done in your light. I know you have not nor will you ever forsake me. Even in this place, at this distance. Somehow, I know you are there.
Speak to me. Please. Return my wings to me and give again the gifts you once created me with. These meager tools of man hardly suit any work of yours.
I helped bring out truth today. Quite unexpectedly.
Mmm, the Corinthian knows John, Father. Yes. That John.