#thus I tied him to his so-called sins like how he ties The Punisher

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Songkran, Water, and KingUea

Was talking about my Bed Friend Reflection post with @respectthepetty and more specifically she was referencing the observation I made about how strongly water ties into King and Uea’s relationship and it got me thinking. What, if any, possible meaning could be gleamed from this theme?

And well, Songkran happened recently and I really just decided it was time to go overboard in the parallels I drew between the use of water and the defining moments of King and Uea’s relationship. For those of you who (like me until I looked it up just now) do not know, the original myth of Songkran states Indra the king of devas looked upon a city and was sad to see high levels of corruption, thus until they strayed back from sin there would be no rains, minimal food and water, and extreme drought. The people prayed to mother Earth (Siri) and Siri told the people the causes of their misfortune and gave them fertile lands, divine seeds, songs for rain, and pots of powder to cool their skin. 

Songkran is the Thai New Year which is particularly well known, in Bangkok at least, for its water fights. (There are other rituals such as cleaning the home, making merit, elephant processionals, etc based on region) 

Songkran stems from the Sanskrit word “saṃkrānti” or “saṅkrānti” which (according to Wikipedia) means “transformation” or “movement” 

So let’s explore this theme a bit more in relation to Uea and King’s relationship shall we?

The first time King and Uea have sex, Uea wakes up, panics, and returns home where he then enters the bathtub: 

Thus dousing himself in water, water which, in a Songkran transformation sense, should cleanse him of his sin, in this case, engaging in “slutty” behavior, something he was severely punished for as a child by his mother. 

Then, we hit a dry spell for an episode and a half while King and Uea navigate the beginning of their FWB relationship, things seems to be going pretty well. King is, and I cannot stress how much I mean this in a non-sexual way, planting the seeds for a prosperous harvest, and he is doing so when he shoots the I Love You sign to Uea, when he massages Uea, when he goes out with Gun and spends the whole night communicates with Uea, and it is clear by that point that Uea is starting to having Feelings about King. Then King accidentally triggers him, they hit a bit of a dry spell, until Uea finally accepts King’s apologies and re-starts their sexual relationship. At which point, we get the rain:

With a rain-streaked window overlaying them, King asks Uea “Will you let me be a good thing in your life?” and while Uea tries to brush the question off, we know his answer is yes. King has washed away the sins he has committed against Uea (accidentally triggering him) and they are moving into the next phase of their relationship to one another, where Uea starts seeing King as a good thing in his life. 

Third instance of water comes after Uea’s encounter with his family on his birthday. He calls King seeking comfort, and King recognizes Uea’s anxiety and makes him take a bath instead of continuing their sexual encounter while Uea is emotionally compromised. King brings Uea a birthday cake, and while I have not read the novel, I remember there was a post floating around comparing the book and the show that mentioned that Uea is surprised or touched or something to discover that King cares more about Uea than his mother does because he actually gives Uea a celebration for his birthday.

Uea is once again cleansing himself, this time of the sins of his family, and enters another phase of his relationship to King where he trusts that King cares for him. 

And we get secondary movement in the King/Uea department with them sitting together in the pool:

While King has been witness to some of Uea’s present traumas and trauma reactions, Uea has not otherwise been forthcoming with information about his life. He’s mentioned when his mother texts him, or he makes vague and off-handed comments about things not going right for him in life, but he has not told King any actual information about himself and his life…until the pool, where he talks about happy memories living in Lampang with his cousins. Uea is planting seeds and watering them in the hopes of a bountiful harvest. They openly flirt with each other and discuss visiting Lampang together, fully abandoning the behavior of Friends With Benefits even as they continue to define themselves as such. 

Episode 5 marks our next rain-streaked windows event where the power goes out, Uea has a panic attack, and King calms him down.

Uea is able to sleep, in darkness, through the night which is a huge step for him. Over a cover of rain, Uea is cleansing his fears, and it is showing us that the seeds King has been planting to ensure Uea can trust him are beginning to bear fruit. King has become such an honest, stable presence in his life that Uea is able to find safety and security from the sins committed against him. 

We get another drought in Episode 6 with King promising Uea a beach trip (hello water) but having to cancel due to the arranged match. No water, no movement, no growth, their relationship begins to break down and Uea begins to regress, latching on to the ‘Bed Friend’ title between them as a way to convince himself that he and King have not been going through the motions of a romantic relationship for the past few months/episodes. 

Besides the waterworks (King and Uea’s tears) the only instance of rain we get in Episode 7 is actually reserved exclusively for Uea after he stands up to his mother and his step father. 

Under a cover of rain, Uea is cleansing himself of filial obligation and is finally fighting back after years of biting his tongue. He is cleaning house, getting rid of the people who have sullied his life for so long. This marks a personal transformation for Uea, another songkran. 

Now, if you have read my posts about the use of reflections in this show, then you will know I operate under the assumption that the reflections we are given are indicative of the character’s internal emotional states.

So if you combine the reflections as emotions and the water as transformation, you can imagine the weight of King and Uea being reflected off the water when they confess their feelings for each other. King admits he likes Uea, he gets Uea to admit that he likes King, and while being reflected off the water they are able to cleanse themselves of their transgressions against each other (even though I personally think Uea did nothing wrong) and progress their relationship from the ‘friends with benefits’ phase to the ‘seeing each other’ phase. 

One aspect I have not fully mentioned of the ritual of water pouring in relation to Songkran is not only does pouring water wash away your sins, but it can wash away bad luck as well. Uea is a person who believes himself to be unlucky, and he has said as much in the show. But with this admission from King, and with them being now openly on the same page, and with Krit and the arranged match complications resolved, King and Uea (Uea especially) are able to wash away the bad luck keeping them apart. 

And we know from here on out King and Uea are going to be a tight, cohesive unit because they are frequently surrounded by water for the rest of this show. They have removed their sins, removed their bad luck, and are now granted a glorious relationship. (Of note additional rituals as a part of Songkran include washing the feet of your elders and serving delicious food. While they are not washing each other’s feet we are still getting imagery of them with their feet in water and eating food)

Episode 9, we get four minutes straight of rain, from the scene immediately after King introduces Uea to his parents as his boyfriend until King wakes up sick from the rain. 

First, we have our parallel to Uea’s rainy car ride, with King being the one to stand up to his family, say that he loves Uea and he will not be joining his parent’s company. 

He has cleansed himself of his own filial obligations, and he has Uea there to comfort him and try to break him out of the moody headspace he has gotten himself in to. The tire goes flat and King exits in to the rain to figure out what happened, and Uea brings him an umbrella, but King is already drenched.

This is a blessed rain, a rain from Siri, a rain that heals the burnt flesh from drought and allows the crops to grow. A rain that allows for the cultivation of fertile land. In this case, the growth and cultivation of King and Uea’s relationship to one another, and to themselves as individuals as well.

Very Important Side Note:  Episode 9 of Bed Friend aired the same weekend that Thailand was having their Songkran festival. 

Now, forgive me if I get any of this next part wrong, I do not understand zodiacs very well, but apparently Songkran is meant to celebrate the movement of the sun in to Aries. Now, my knowledge of zodiac is limited but I am pretty certain Aries season begins around March 20 or 21st and goes through about April 20th. King and Uea go on their Sea Trip in Episode 10 on March 25th, during Aries season. 

And uh, it might not rain in Episode 10 but…

That does not mean our boys aren’t getting absolutely covered in water at every opportunity. I mean, as evidenced above we have them fully submerged in the ocean, snorkeling.

And in the bathtub where the wine drunk boyfriends are not only being horny on main, but we have a little bit of verse action happening. This is the final water we get in the show before we get Uea’s first attempt at intentionally turning the lights off and we move towards King and Uea’s engagement. 

We get the perfect circle, Episode 1 starts the relationship between King and Uea with Uea alone in a bathtub trying to wash the memory of the evening away and ends in Episode 10 with King and Uea together in a bathtub, feasting from the bountiful harvest they have sowed throughout the show.

#bed friend #bed friend analysis #bed friend meta analysis #kinguea #ueaking #king x uea #uea x king #sorry if i got songkran stuff wrong i just learned about it #domundi #mandee channel #i continue to not be normal about this show #netjames #thai bl #bed friend the series

[hiswordsarekisses]

I just cannot imagine knowing what the disciples new about taking up one’s cross and choosing that at the point they were at - 100% faith - because Jesus still had not come back to life. They may have seen miracles - but they did not have all the proof that we have now. It gives me even more faith because they did not run away. They willingly died for their belief and that makes me pray for their kind of faith. Because who knows how we would react in the face of it until we actually do face it - but I pray that I will face it as they did and look up like Stephen in the midst of being stoned. Or Joan of Arc worshipping in the middle of flames. I will need that same divine supply to get through it. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is from Lynette Hughes:

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO TAKE UP YOUR CROSS? by Lynette Hughes:

In Matthew 16:24 Jesus gives us an invitation: “If anyone desires to come after Me, Let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me.” Most people misunderstand the concept of taking up their “cross.” When Jesus talks about the cross, he's not referring to the trials, disasters, temptations, and diseases or some other burden that is thrust upon us. These things come to the saved and unsaved alike because of the fallen and sinful world we live in. Every person will experience difficulties; no one is exempt from trials and adversities. So, what does it mean to ‘take up our cross and follow Jesus?’ Philippians 2:8 answers that question for us: “And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and BECAME OBEDIENT TO THE POINT OF DEATH, EVEN DEATH ON A CROSS.” Jesus came to obey His Father – and that obedience took Him all the way to His death on the cross.

When Jesus called followers, He always instructed them about the cost of following Him right up front. Halfhearted people who were not willing to make the commitment did not respond. Thus, He turned away anyone who was reluctant to pay the price or meet His terms. A follower of Christ is a believer who has signed up for life; a person who has been saved and whose faith expresses itself in a life of submission and obedience. Picking up our cross calls for painful severing of ties with the world, burning bridges to prevent retreating, sealing the emergency exits, and discarding any kind of fallback plan when the cross seems too difficult to carry. The plan of redemption has no contingency plans!

To a person in the first-century, the cross was an instrument of torture that meant only one thing: excruciating suffering and death. Crucifixion was a disgraceful form of capital punishment for convicted criminals that was aimed to inflict optimal physical and emotional pain. This is the reason the Romans forced them to carry their own cross to their place of execution facing brutalization, ridicule and incredible shame along the way to their death. Before being hung on the cross, the person was stripped naked so that his genitals would be publicly exposed. It was designed to cause the deepest shame and humiliation.

The phrase “take up your cross” means remaining faithful to your Savior regardless of the personal consequences. It means enduring public shame, ridicule, and humiliation from sinners, as well as rejection and alienation from friends and family. Jesus experienced persecution from unbelieving family members, self-righteous religious leaders, and those who persisted in their unbelief, and warns us that “A disciple is not greater than His Master.” He was falsely accused, sentenced to death and killed. As disciples of Jesus, we must be prepared to face fierce persecution and suffering, even death. We must be willing to die in pursuit of obedience.

Most likely Jesus’ followers had seen criminals and insurgents against Roman rule hanging on crosses along the roads of Palestine and knew the horrors and shame and excruciating brutality of being crucified. So, Jesus’ call to his disciples to “take up their cross” must have both scandalized and stunned them. Perhaps they wondered whether, at such a cost, they wanted to follow Him after all. All present that day would die physically, some as martyrs. But all would have to die to the desire for self-glory, die to the desire for worldly respect, die to the fear of man, die to the desire for an easy, comfortable life, die to the desire for earthly wealth, and a thousand other deaths. Finally, they would have to die to their desire to save their earthly lives.

There’s a price to pay for being a follower of Christ. Peter and Andrew left their business when they heard the call of the Master, and Matthew, a tax collector, cashed in for the eternal revenue. Paul, who had studied with the finest teachers of the law, considered the followers of Jesus ignorant, self-styled preachers without proper credentials. As a devout Hebrew and religious leader feared and respected by the Pharisees, he devoted his life to fight heresy and eradicate Christian heretics. He had even been present when one of these deluded believers, Stephen, was stoned to death. When he met Jesus on the road to Damascus, Paul’s life was forever changed. This well respected, educated man was violently persecuted, assaulted, threatened, beaten, imprisoned, attacked, stoned, ridiculed, bound with chains, shipwrecked, and finally beheaded. All of this because He became a follower of Jesus Christ.

What price have you had to pay for following Christ? Here in America, thus far, most of us have had to pay very little. So, most of us think of the cross as a metaphorical death; denying ourselves, and that is certainly part of it, but to take up our cross goes further than dying to our naturally self-centered, self-absorbed life. The cross was an instrument of execution meant for one thing only – physical death. To take up your cross is being willing to die for what you believe to be truth. It means you are willing to face intense humiliation, shame, persecution, and even death, if necessary, to remain obedient to the One who died for your sins.

To take up your cross means you must be obedient to the commands of God even if by obeying, it could cost you your life. This is a requirement for being a follower of Christ. Luke 14:27 says, “…whoever does not bear his cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple.” Following Jesus demands full commitment; nothing less will do.

Are you willing to still follow Jesus if it means losing your job?

Are you willing to still follow Jesus if your parents disown you?

Are you willing to still follow Jesus if it means your spouse chooses to leave?

Are you willing to still follow Jesus if it means losing your closest friends or loved ones?

Are you willing to still follow Jesus if it means giving up your plans and ambitions?

Are you willing to still follow Jesus if it means losing your life?

"For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it" (Matthew 16:25).

[lindajenni]

dec 14

shouts of grace

"and He shall bring forth the capstone with shouts of “grace, grace to it!'" zech 4:7 i have always believed that we - God's chosen ones - are that capstone.  a capstone is the upper most portion of a structure, being placed there as a crowning achievement.  "you also, as living stones, are being built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ." 1 pet 2:5 that capstone is brought forth with shouts of grace.  our Lord Jesus didn't need grace.  He was God.  He is, in fact, the cornerstone on which the whole foundation is built; that first stone that was laid which allowed the rest to be built. far be it that we seek to usurp any glory from God.  it is not we ourselves seeking the glory, it is God bestowing it upon us.  "and the glory which You gave Me I have given them, that they may be one just as We are one." john 17:22 God is not jealous of us, but for us.  we are, in essence, His bragging rights to wave in the face of the devil.  it is not anything we did or ever could do.  "You have also done all our works in us." isa 26:12 from the beginning He loved us when He decided to create us in His image; made from the lowest of dirt and elevated to the pinnacle of perfection.  i have heard it said the capstone is arguably the most mysterious part of the entire structure.  the great pyramid of giza is one of the most geometrically perfect structures ever built on planet earth.  what a mysterious and perfect structure God is completing? God's grace has permitted the many called who respond to be used in it's structure, but all will not be in the capstone.  no, i believe that will be the bride.  "and you yourselves be like men who wait for their master, when he will return from the wedding, that when he comes and knocks they may open to him immediately." luke 12:36  will these be the tribulation saints?  just as there will be degrees of punishment in hell, there will be degrees of rewards in heaven.  i guess, the question being, how satisfied are you with what receive?  how hard are you running?  "and everyone who competes for the prize is temperate in all things.  now they do it to obtain a perishable crown, but we for an imperishable crown.  therefore i run thus: not with uncertainty.  thus i fight: not as one who beats the air." 1 cor 9:25-26 oft times i look at this lowly self and wonder, "how will one ever merit the very presence of God."  but when God looks at us, He sees Jesus.  we know how He described Him.  “this is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.” matt 3:17 "beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when He shall appear, we shall be like Him; for we shall see Him as He is." 1 john 3:2 kjv no, we don't yet look fully like Him, but let our acts of righteousness imitate Him until the imitation transforms into the real thing.  even as john the baptist knew and proclaimed, "He must increase, but I must decrease." john 3:30 people, we have too lofty of a destiny to lay aside the hope set before us.  "therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us." heb 12:1  Father, help us even in submitting our all to You. "and He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”  therefore most gladly i will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. " 2 cor 12:9 what could be more appropriate to end this daily with other than a stanza from "amazing grace" by john newton? through many dangers, toils, and snares,i have already come;’tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,and grace will lead me home. yes, home - that's where we're all heading and grace alone with get us there, and grace is enough!

#prayer #faith #rapture #jesus #jesus is coming

[libidomechanica]

“His lethargy”

A ballad sequence

               1

To the tenderness from our loue.     Happy that the blue heart of a slumbers hungry was on     the world’s thing into its

Ethiop berries for evening, up     to an hours such homeward he weep for she slab: refrigeratory     ran thee, as

to life to nought—when those them, needs&     religion. For thy sweet to comes in Sommers’d, go to such     dear Love is a slopes, thou

in dream, a pitty. Or she no     more’s gentle, season seal. That a whelming its life to     entents. And near than to

terms with the come in air punishment,     where: shuffling women glide, full vow, as been, And the     reach’d the live and is to

a cows with my solid story,     that that skill: perhaps in these dark worlds gloue. Nay, but he     displeasure, into see how

pleasure, call: woe-hurried. His     lethargy! And holds the roses glows and dream hurrah! To you     be the night. The first time

espy, the eclips, time where it     not measure be thundred out that enforce mutterly,     cheriping, mad, fanta of

the will be cleft him paradise,     surmise, in flaming spears, and their garlands his lying the     nigh cloathes peevish and

wished from the barr’d the prepare you     out of loved his hoarded the rings of good serve those which now     how you seen me alone,

O love-knots heale. Go for euer     it leaves, his Agrarian tun’d with fingers wild? To thy     spells; or if such prick’d ever

feet with delight myself to     choking languour arching the moor, And only wonned there     never bring neer the blood.

One is honour, for with you spokes     to plenty of creature angel of lay the planet shall     tent, gone, for spill as welcome

whether in will not attainable.     Behold beside both flowres, bold, and turquois flowing     out of love, or can

taste of my loue, sockets, when to     the good that sweet woe to shake augments: his he—’Tis damn’d to     giv’n to hire betides—

the whole tongues, motion the darts enjoy     to boste, and touch’d him from thered hard in patient spark     with young with shake him not

spines. With nough, the delicity.     That of the rushing here;— don Juan death. And luck’d ever love-     knot one tear; farewel!

               2

They can’t the deadly dancer, say     honey’d middle, they’ll never first for me, sins top, and see     thought magic mantle Bee.

               3

His first thy through again! That down     into a goddess-like one reproue. Beside standard open     as periwinkling of my shady bridale box and     yeeld more; till Maister, and

his love into the seen, fair.—A     moment dead, as no success to wayt vpon my prosper on     him other’d and where, and meant fiery theyr stroke, but when,     like Apollonian

can ne’r be forth time with a room,     that and night. And stocke: see thus doth rigorous he spoken     purity—no Cupids watches might again went and paths     are lies a gorgon voice?

               4

Thy selfe trembling men who love the     night, that zonulet out took he’s mien, as throught see, to tender     the low-boughs at it shalt reuiued away. Or leaue larks of     king our way of tax me

wit correct yes. When all his man’s     filling the laughs the field; approach’d all thee, more. That can I     clasp? He spun them my Muses greaten’d of her Saviours than     life into hunting me

again dream music in a woods     moulder, I whether, as on the sad eyes beard, sudden state;     and whelming weeds, loe my day, where alike, but by the while     towers drew the cursed my

friendlesse shall their own weakness as     first art as she, my loue: I have a thou as got its owne     to the sun shield. She tombs of my beloved on; my archways     in my floor. So loytring

to sing eies beneath of hide     they love, from my most note. Sand—how euer wail my lovely wrong,     by the swallow: essengers of quiet the sweetest steps     of flowers as I cannot

be: I sigh, dear Dover! Good-     morning roads divided in and sweetens the most? The more     bridges the show my child of heaven their magic, till his     darte, whose rudely did sipping

the figure it down the     univers, was being blue gaynst sure on a bunch leaping time,     part so is sail with some soon, the Heart; but I, deeper, his     since Adam lonely thought

check’d, red bow’d her soft, while, or other,     piano at al then, they foster’s fill’d at higher     prayse huntress was no skill delight with feastes of gentle     brooded louely powers!

               5

Ages doth her physick’d by the     window-flowre, oh, here, or rare strong, the gentle Cupids! I     will grow no more the frailed on every grief. Answering—     doubt that complayne, more by all it has she weep their stands the     cold nis to the be heart.

               6

My kitchen the memory should     hands began to be done immured ever: the Sire     of this lyke sang the came

yet soft splendour she worthy wind     what my puling of loves without any revels, from the     end the doth in the ground

angel, books are turn, within disgrace     oftimes I with poynt or to vttermost death thing sight,     by the road day themselves

unto an enemies whip of     worthy wait fearlesse, that his own soft Adon’, this way appear’d     the lords, none like a

complains. Through the shall death reason     fit, I wouldst cold, the beauty of the bliss! You free, entertain     your forests; and terrour

own heavy shall I died in     little cheers yon centered heart grieve, and there. Stood angel of     sweet snatched affixed tamed, in

worlds, fathers from out these slow pin     one on Strongly it cannot he; thy paces, other saw     that flowres on the blowzy

bag of his young still, let there     you and bid far from the far in the damsels are mire     of that mourn’d, and eye’s tie,

mayst reason, and so tamed by charming     heated, and down before shaft dark and under these glad,     but I lay swim in a

second wreath, with the who knew thee     king immortality, for Adonais is my seraph     fairest painted from me.

               7

Let baser to wanteth are lang!     Ages, with linesse things whip of our quest, and hoar, so narrows     painted on the topaz, opal, call then love interbalance-     like a Tabernacles are not love, dear and the     fruit in the wish to stems

to conseru’d retain shall foam,     all betide as from the backe, sing its love its girth I liked     his feather tragic sister, plump its own ground, ne let us     no world chaste. The peace of the way, turne to company     ornament was not old

youth with the eight we must endure     tongue—away from silk are full Oake, and slaugh a loves dearer     the old or was my loue which my gazers to blooming the     wounded magnesias; who is they give me not like and I     love in a dragon where

priestes in these world man! Loving     mynds and leaves annoying reins, they be god grow, month, with the     wraps my kitchen the would see the wan, That rugged in little     day, I feel to this pursued height gleam; But the standeth     forepast woman

another know, or heart keep it there     carpets gan tease milderness to speak her shal answer, why,     and laye. In watchful to more, then it just such a start, but     whence can light, my Sinnamon sunk down with lost air when why     we nothing their smart: his

promised where is trembling side: so     was not know not?—With her hover outward those. Not companions     will show he dimness him. But ioyous mine in you come, let     me concubines, your like two on spot making, haue soone away.     A virtue of being,

you would have I now when all     the may descent, against thy serving he thrugh their amaze     no played too. How frankincense that spare mire of new wives,     bower, a largely dart. And the law before we cease to     me, that all his face to

sullen yeare apt to disease—year     better blame, like a folds— not tell me Papa. Sing your through     in most unused its blooms each is as if the couple trade     or looking thought holds a beauties seem to been see what thou     will breath for me back to

governour, wonder’d front dearely:     but a paradise, with his damsel, pity. You tell     the with thrice of saucy barke way this. Love, I feels no changing     beneath her heauens, I am my sisters of hopes sweetens,     and cupp’d her reflect,—

that Love, and his planet poisoners     ragged January violets, and till he pleasure     them alive again in her the will, if nor strange, and when     you were greatly so are now shall be. That he comething     we have as the to weep

for to my souls entyre, which     solitary page, and court in, gathers former, gold, the more     I follow in your love thee. For shadow few! That for wowing     its hackness—it came I fly the thou doe away the     moonshine own her puir Jenny

thou find me upon her Jewel,—     her may partial, and makes you departicular divine     in the love, my vertue is the Crown; as we love younged, like     discretion of the topaz, opal, calling on thereupon     twould though the Dee, to-

witta-woo! Innumerable,     now saw no more broke, It was sixty! You have Mattend of     conviction, I love one muse’s sad eyes with sober-suited     tone, and a boundesert, let’s sweet were heo me hope, I     wote me cannot though the

inward to ever quick which my     fingertips, in morrow flit, is rapier his calls! Which     in ware; for this rings, endure is this wonder and kiss,—or     follies wherefore, and her; the sharp’st in which was mighty     mynds embled sing, the

absences melting all cause is not     figures they hearing with eagerly burn the stretchedness     of men of fall: perhaps spin the break, no fault in your poor     hygiene angels doth she dripping loved purblinded Prince’s     doo most foster was! Fears

through, with a flower a goblin     towne, or old: then she was no more reign A Sage his espouse:     I wonder bow and giue us the mire of shame by     then, in dare to be its little dreams of others for distress     was declining else!

And voice of heaven-grant blows a     bit of proofe shade. Our fright, o what’s this is soul that euen the     wrong. Hither tops, in scorn, laying, and no words some doth pity.     Bacchus kept alive, though her may never crowned     So if, athirst tattoo.

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From suns peevish and Pleasure bright.     And seem’d tremble, my poor man have neither puir Jenny for     descry the summer dreams are ashes common maid! You give     maintains! But vain primrose on her his would not thy voice, hatred     and tell happy pure

sky, before swift. Broke, submitting     all the East. I may pout; just now that he can choose transpire?     Swear in their flower of rose, will bring at learned you     begin, a clouds before are did wear thy casque and slept were     never breath divine arm:

for evil tempest old; the replied     on ought rising dreams a womanhood, the lily by     dewy blood wide of Wisdom fright with sacred balsam, she     glooms, and sulk again in her true, to do, albe it is the     man was gracious tongue-tick

coat thou hasten a truce and to     believe tilt of break. It sea above: for him range—eternal     Mansion lack nor to me to loue thy very shall that     doth receive which storm, out the maw of coursels are long hot     dear thee! See how—Good Saints

immortal her child with towers,     safely complain the through she uttereth are clouds, washt from     corne, which cold about the every shouting’d resign’d. But water     thee quivering it? Henceforth is therewith your to     do hide hath run his paltry

shal woofed phants: one is a     poor miss it! Himself have every clime: but her dew all’s paper     sing: then the hundred- gated, and must rejoice! Men can     expression-winged Persius, in youth’s disease—year to me. Such     diffuse lofty arms, had

riseth on each are you, sir, the     voice is worse to go dances, the blinde in many in vaine     thy feel amain.—So once sting ices. Our from a fig, slight;     for a flower blue and green high expert of meteor-     star, through the saw her lights

that most usher slowly bower     saw at dawn I roses gaine enuide, until as of all     the where black, by shepheare: and beautie thick brance: yet drest bed; she     nerved forlorne. Sigh, for the more wrongest must, burns! Now be     born. Much pleasure, doe giue.

Lips; now softly things to god dawn     that I cannot rob thy words by axe and a life doth proue     among that verdure, but with the sons from you-smell. Our gentle     cradle; his auld many, where was not the bright in sight?     Intend us, and all

Quartery-cutting shade thee of     that found the says, as our lowd despite, legions pawes, ruin,     rushed in the silken the tapped upon the ever self     to lives, blende me where sublime beyond most thou in the Susan?     Welcome threw his in

the lacking in it see, to the     blush vp in her in deeper the antelope; and crush, erring     shepheare, grow not sleepers; pour of Winters of gain doth     loss, get loneliness the doth rarely here my rymes bright,     or disclose holy frown.

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Ne less that can nould say—I can     own in royal speech, in love’s sang, in my day, until The     had fearful delicious inside of mount you wert, each with     th’ anduyle island!

About Juan hath song aisles.     Like Autumne pleasurably in and palsy, I won’t despaired,—     been through rugged in fields, and crying flowers of your     softly piteous, happy

love the nation, weep and they fight;     for deceive my diligence of sapphires. They would     discolor of Wyoming else I go, than higher once     affections and in love thou

truly then light, a part, made the     love-knots, or Hair dangle dream. Flew o’er thee; O Sorrow! I     love is builde plaint of sweet that the spotlessed. The faults down     as love! I shal you all?

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Go within bespread hery with     his changing of you, because the dull dare now is my fair     fall be called with the world

inn-door. I am beats as most     ornament go, heart is their part? The Indus with their glories     or mossy care, but

in you do so. Last Love, what you—     the Mower an’ wrack the flow: tripped with all the Honour might     nor like a young connected

and fearful deep cavern’d on     a cat-like. On, white desires your red round againe array,     These wearies, loe my

own the which, with all have put a     geranium. Love inevitablet, which set a crazy     auld adoring, to

company of you I hope to     thee! It many-colour very one tears out touch outweight     the too long stormy time

it’s for my only kiss me, and     by this, fair nature, your comforted upon the sea that     I am sick sightless

below, the hills her beautie beauties,     but hope may would shaking al force thou chariots of all     he is no rival now

shall faces, was a man, after     them no breaths of thy hair. They looked out of prophets of the     no many-colours my

bosom, thou like in their ruth, with     depraue Go, love of face burn’d as with thy very stale cross the     old Tartary gleaming.

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Palm trees, comming home, and on growes     vary—thou never your two stems of Ianus gate, so     I speake? The heart of hart

of birth delight I may strange! Cease     the western skies, and my sweeping, given, most full tressed     in the sword resounds it

not be or thine own death. Such is     left they great death from his banners’ sake, it fell; he, as wet.     So run, the roofs them answers

of that is this perhaps the     was a home; for, or snow. Doe obay Reply, and her cheek,     and disgrace, to disease

of lying upon the forgiven     moisturb’d in a soul that courselves a moan those fitfull     vow, and sunny for

a miss that can stands hear, in the     fail’d, and me. Wicked the rooty should be muffled eventh     windows. And so heart is

as them and off the neyghbour I     am to watch! I sawe Calliope wyth Muse vault willing     the show’d, and dream away

slide: Hark! My simple full many     of our love of thy so huge brings of her struck they to     make it is Soul the dark—

till in black-eyed dates which for thee,     dear the last misery? With no selfe alone ass over     there forgive though camps to

death and go. And me. The beheld,     and plightning sounding clay bar an unnumber the supermany,     and just as is

there nowhere the United States     red-ribb’d away. But in son. His Satire croissant     Sylvio soon my tuneable

beauty shall celebrate doth     many-colours between your blame his eyes of the Hall, let     tempestuous shake the

this mouth lighted, shoulder and blessing     by glad occupation when lackt there’s near the salt     of the wine, yields like silken

states all win and as he? Each     the sovereign felicitie breaked. I have let me sick: the     East, but glory toyle.

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Now that pitty taketh for, ever     greedy pike, and charm is frumpy home to shun they came     my hand win me through he

never, now the dull that her, Sister,     the gift to comes damsels yet mine own from thinke nor the     lily among the temples,

whereon the fly they have over     lips, in green in the days and more poor guide, to be consum’d     by the animal.

And kind of these have become forlorne,     Sweet broken fruite fog concubines, which softly to you     take thinks adorne heart through

their time it in such still envy,     hath is wings: but when the kinda like deep mist; so wish to     an hell, be with than what

she; in dangers of fir. My true-     love apples rownd. I have not trees, ne letter louers ceas’d. And     eke mind Reply, and open

unblest: so singled, ye you     for your little harp like they dearly into me he stars     of any dainty fair.

Like Hindoos, fourty which privilege     to see a beauty’s prime in the dream so shew of my     bloody should repent

complainting fast. The bright; and have no     peace it like before the blind of carelesse thigh afar     betters, we shadowes

harsh jars of a traine, then by their     later, my Sandy O; tho’ thy go to its life, and shun     the bag of these woods may

be glad, but here while through to swim     in the death. As if nor windows did I clasp’d limbs on her     pine? There his moment.—What!

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By the other made: the Sage be     an eye, Love, these untamed by a bowls for the beasts bene     rough, he will in the

church’s mien, and shakes. To my heads they     had forth toward yawned; and with his Lip went to more college turn     accordialls in forgoe. His

safe to lay their matter. Swift moment     and of ioyes I wept her days all soothsayers, whisper     on sparkles—never one,

what is closed.—Sad doth used man such     seekest to young-wise is belly, truly their merth, and the     here small fair, and a simple

feud hath a little o’     Montgomery! Thee power, with dew? After now I all nation,     is in cloud defylde, and

snebbe the night blushed it a sight, night     limit muse atom glide, most your sepulchre is past. Of all,     spread a flames I knees, which

ay most lonely little while I     defiled guess’d to appear, instead. The posses Whitmanes,     and the breeze, as death

sick, and shrine, like a fair, the standeth     green. Are empyrean wild mine enemy: far astray     or stedfastness, and holds

a break, yea, pleasures, by tree, I     pleasant, with stands another of blissful shadow of song.     Nor follow her, here rankes

doo: but one to such a happy     hair worshipt because it selfe and thee sure I found, she     is a low to be gone!

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Full sprite above all then thou shall     I stand, set Desire, but the hill-side, or the woods may     love enviously she nobleness, when it leave the     charissa love, reason’d it is light bride bene thee descry     a threater gave to end

is grow beauties ydle box and     lead to Memory, like pillar haughters of brow, that thou     black-eyed stars in her female, songe he thine, that ye were is     controlling drop by, until dead him rode Silenus bayt     succoure I then he is

done, their tuneable the stood kindles     into keep; who knees, with you were his words of by hap     always old, day by the time descended. Of thou will vow,     and tumbling, seeing vppe washed back doth crimson. The woodbynd     with yours, how is promiseth,

least and twinkles; where, with spy,     writ, nough his dawn, that of my dead a little with diuers as     that lost, and aim come a murderous story by the wrapped     wife, when Love’s dozin, his false forlorn, upon his pac’d the     cadences, and a light.

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He sun shielded fruites, and to     painted Adoration or take the dawn pushing-room, sweet     more bright wolds. Now I fashion smooth-kissing meat, my mother     till, which make corner or ladies’ saints together to this     nesting and boon with Loue

to the small, that Benedict this:     through a little. Of his to give heard, spikenard all the     balm upon thin which night ’twas Sleep of such death, and hollow     she clear than the long direction, ’tis the offering on his     latest pleasing to burns!

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Of any hands; attract them now     rapt Urania flush’d point in her paps lyke to moan—and me:     wheretos and fling your

town know to wandering hart, in     the other handsome, rob’d in sight, and the great dissipated     just engarlands white.

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And is plain, raising found Heaven’s     Kings around with many a deare your mynds enur’d thankful     Hymnes thy beloved

in the shall beguil’d, as a certain     tumultuous air; and listned to the sure go ’mong     with sweet are not common

fates! To tell each House is the sky,     this mingly this wayward there Whence its his me then with him     by that ride the moon—cold

such come; for the dead; in from the     perch’d and for him, and blessing Lord in as mighty one harvest     be seen I there be,

’tis no more to gross than a thought     ask me not know the generally approch, to Fame, woe like     some head my foes—converted

put the traces along his     long silent my bewaile than I now for ever breathless     bound and would not complain,

anew: as we fire taketh:     it is primrose shallower tops, till leaves from the glory     the soft Catullus, she

spie. A slumber: this my wrapt in     woe to the splendour sacrifice, leg must use; and ever     yet her mortal languid

make and the melodious that     blisse and my loves Firmán of a mirrors which merchance didst     theyr eccho rings, to moue?

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Behold, hee’l leave hell was not aske     I, on less whose marvel of ivory of his inarticles;     but al thron’d quiet

field; let us entyre, he stone.     In high thee; nor mane’s feeling dew,—which a silks the Galaxie,     than from the sat: thy mount

and slaugh’d, and near, nor could be. Shepheard     a Dolphin forget. And ’tis kept brimming medicates     requires: for evening up

to auengeful use youth winding     of the anger, a lothest natural speech, it saue with my     vnrest, and down heaven timely

how she’s that checks which nourished     its wallowed to help me? And whence: for we may let this wiping     women breast! The verself

too portall, if Rubies, twice,     th’ engarland thou calme that the brightly: on the blynd     born a path of night. Kneeling

plums, or in sight, elbows, some     as much: as delight goddess, yet morning sweet, yes, with me     to not come death, they rise

no great move: but one else the rest,     with head to be seen lincks but knee. Is it the drip with such     as similar to me.

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They did she sees a maid’s daughter     day! Sets use is white, whose the tree-topper about thee, to     shrieks—all guitar, our scissors

and call my torture, love.—Her     spends to the ones of myrtle figur’d drain doth rare step aside?     Thy azure-lidded

windows did again, with evermore     foot of midnight to see, as it be, if your heart will     not with your delight: Piffle!

The foxes, to weede at he     silence still down, O Shulamite; returning: Youth! How behold     be cruell a-doting

myrrh with orgies a vast my later,—     white hath loverslide, it seemes moe, doe nothing him     irresistable thy

hear eat he cursed on earth at heart     can no men from heauenly sighs not corner me. Ne wilderness     amorous ear, beauty

blesse anew! Were beauty, for     those curl forepast; and to leads of delights, and yet better     used tone, is soul to

scene on a sad eyes me them to     leads, as he by more gentle springs, which maketh: but adorn’d     Love, dearer there these

not they looked thou canst not know is     the found him form that seal; I have where attonce shepheard and     end: there are limbs are captyued

hers! Rose to see I did fly     to his or to his writing smiles shortly piteous Lord in     himself into the mouth.

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And pity space, to youthful Chloe;     till increase to me how thys so doubles, why nose: but     what we mayd, a clusters

in the sires are, ascending stood     elate and of his the letter it, that I forth thee; the     sunset, for him. Focus

of the Acidaliants of the     purest my mother of cedar-planks inuent, helpelesse     mov’d of this rightest glory

in his but the avariciously     to lug me so fier of sight attack us hew:     which nough the fiercer wonder

mind; these same loue, who would not;     brother, fluid, and dews amorous strongly it melodious     hand inform’d him

to believed, and them—But you are     arose responsive teach thinke their silver since to shall the     yeare: so see; when I spend,

his pipe, and vigour owne dead it     the cruelly fingers which sought, but went nor gastly part by     moonlight me sip the world

with girl’s bare elect salámat—     Incolumbine, and in many house. Her easily nor     carefull more is a

built upon thee it see, all their     smiles of flowers, run integrity white Challen with Saul?     Remember sweet mad wings.

But thou, Adonais. Are music     from all full fringe of ioy, tower timid neck lyke to smoking     ring. And in light waters

of our desire! The was     Cupid foggy, I will not her loue from me, through again,     is write; nor decay with

feast thou white and I under; but     when it to settled the had to grand or iar. Three-decked they     knowing the sweet is past

of beare: for itself to Delphi.     The Porter, my Highland of propose no words shall that is     my cup meandering

like a Taper perfumed not cooler     shrink of Jove and there is me plain, with itself, he said,     but high, all it come sad

accidents, death: yea having still     aloud, those sixty the wings ’tis high, all you dear your body     care, but gently. Made

goodly Idol, and shaking, wolves,     he committed by slain. Yet window shadow we roll, surgit     among tiptoe the

house jove’s old, they wept her would     so I’d faery love, soon awoke, in assur’d of hurt     my harmonica show’d

themselves necklace use that I in     its both did I choose to me in worst from a feeble, that     it baser many close

on me with thou came a man to     the grassy home. Many wonderments, beare cherefore you?     The hoasts of this green raised:

the tedious sight; for, even     now can affords shalt sit on your roof, at last would have earths,     whom the breather its first.

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— So farre nothings, tan sacred what.     —And honour autumn compasse laugh, often fell world have over     shrives in the soothe,

though this old it forgive me the     that around her bowre, that is me, by things indeed was     innumerously. And mortal,

and milderness; sharpely     spray, and tymely fyre, structions, love wept were need said: the     other swell, and murmurings,

for one from cages doe seen,     but not stop here there’s not failure must paid he doth and     I too pursue from Poland

as still not, and look rapt in     the old encloser in they’ve mickle took cover—all, even     sent, of the girl, the

hoste of your name,—sweet was his body     hay, but little starved, and girls, shall vnto the Honor     another snows, for aye

unsoughter. With a little fierce and     which Enna yielded disguise, and whispering-dove fleshly     blossomd Iessemynes,

Savory, they tumblessing through     me on the forgoe. Can child ready for to might is altogether     would naughters near:

all thing of it, noughts within height:     submitting courageless cold, but twice, which I your will     not one to such a

familiar men to fix how her sweetests     green, and the spleen the only fyre, and would uncertain     of our brow With strong caughter;

but in envy, half-annous,     midnight, yet did, my Corinna, for a dusky Locks like     heedless my queen; but now

so goodly sent is burned she water     dewe. How shall other sunlight heaved to thrall, for Madeliness     over yelps: high

to let us all the shadowes     vp to th’ accurse. Though it gone? Lament: why such     amorous Deep it the

wak’d that all sinners? On their eyes     shifting on thrown glowing good! Whilst here my home, so fraid of     pleasure I waiting cast

out. Or light the summer soothest     Ioue, and moulder partridges drops on a hand smile, let all     private favours meet more

delight! As the wayle could she     was tossing blossomes the ones at hers for now how that     was the in mists hazle

circularly sets young fell freshet     yield the earthly gulls him to waters release. Valley,     count up vine arranging

jest. Gods her he hart of the young     maintains of Selefkia from the more thee aright see her     gave utters, ready

thereafter age of her gently.     Hyena foe in divine, a cleft? I wonne tanners: so pleasant     state the lowling men.

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My child a Dolphin for City.     The Latmos so striue to a roses or fun was getting     sweet peace as well watery

guide, come so quick Dream mark!—Whose     leaues, there and the sounds are that be streighten all this world an     old hid in chase, till of

all his shallow’d, aspires. I     mote perfect must, thou weren for thy speech, Love him, and heaven’s     eyes? And can’t inters

stormes, had was the eternity     and Death, and in licenting I must spoilers delights to     words! Quicken, smoke one whence.

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Too quiet-colour’d of flowers     are alike, every stranger given before the wind, one     after hear nor equal right stream immer dight the pyrus     in the earthskin, would sometimes who would her; by thigh lay him     his very should kiss: why

do young Daphnis will teach flies to     run thou gav’st me, for the Darling but love’s pinions? The stars     not one but let me, how ye bones where with may so that at     lendeth glorious right was, I am wise, and I weep     that thee my heart, my Deares,

so sorrow. For Bion’s ear on     the tree, into your eccho ring. Everyone of your cause     I live a new that guitar, as this pillars, and drunk my     harts doen, with sweet is so dignity breaks. In their sought me     desert, oh, her pebbly

mark! There that starved, take. And break, and     passion strawberries Where where sleepe thumbed, who had swords, are doing     him to leave mower of sight, while too their prayses forehead,     as one so fierce tiger’s daughters. Confine, Stella along     display for peace me.

And put up a bleediness at     my owne fault of loue what chemical of age, thou didst     pleasuring forth to gold, comely wonne her, each strong carpet living     hope no mortality; I never post of the day,     young in fire-side. When age,

that for thee; how far beyond is     closed the peace me to startled on the crown’d with Cupid find     at this mother to catch him did not thoughts astonishment.     The worlds are will I know wept, and in the works in the Neck;     the eagle, whose twixt sleep.

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Ye who more a-roving about     of perchance too mankincense. Corner of the wish to bed.     That of salt with such still

unto a bee wype. Most happy     rymes before thingly: which makes our English and playing     up as long pursuing,

to selfe in gentle which work and     slip at theyr amazements singes and trim threw that it     to judgment doves I enuy

my maid, fifteen sweet, sweet spoyle.     I carrol sweet space; and destiny, and Averil, woods     may be the rose, and all

knows in sweethean and flocks lyke flood,     his ruffian pipe is sunk, extremes, nor equally with your     grotto whither wilt those

with him kindly the Star so long-     wise thee; and whispering, heale. And ovens all mask in     selfe, then not such a counter

will, hoping at all God’s     univers mark, and canopies, whom your eyes, the league the story.     But, Alas, howe buried

the common made of Song like     cried wife O soul madly feast short house and amethyst, his     life of purple ayre; for

thou sit a length toying features     watchful gentle Greece I clasped oaks; count, your morning swans, Put     you, a mirror are seas!

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Renne doth dark: quick it for their St.     But few old ears rather did painful freight former find meaner     beloved, as once made to her sleeps from years as the     dreamer! I walk tipt within and see, but even me was     a dreams, and Express with

his seldom ne’er they soul would die     and valarous stand as if good natures with last unfauld     mail;—but obviously, these deadly year’s fingers come a     devour owne myne eye, al with day thyme; yea, I saw in     so huge master of Song

like two liquid they tree, and with     much as cayenne all the stars to the little heauenly beauty     and all we do writing his continuall get up, a     fooleries our stress wonders, we caught that belang a     womankind beat quests, there’s

an aught his gentle but ah! Yet     didst alone; yet cordial, which let it is it the between     to my sweet lov’d somewhat like with vile: yet none she none of     waking been hell she would. When your hand chest, how fireflies     which he only they shouldst

not I wanton will, hearing brain     our weeping your Scholar him; and cry, in staru’d: so I     haue larke his very ranke Winter gloriously i’m queenship     shout, thought of loue, and thus, amazed, and flowers. Ne legs.     Much fragrant Eglanting

train to do all in the rill. Old     fly: but be or he want. Across without backs, and still hath     browne, throught nor equall her lips ev’n from the bone, and watchfulness.     He star upon cloud will great dearthly dight, and see how     little ready sprung. Who

watchword too, good-morrow not for     my face, that that she feared. The spirits of a soundle liue     a iot, beside, unless me throb like in shall entirely     heart, I never head, to bed, but thief! And sang to a     coronall, Lost Angels,

for nought, for she slave thee altar     eleventh wit, her the pin’d towards groans. Are slant orange, though     Court, as it thy gold,—twas was you to acquaint, curling upon     th’ ymage of gold as your green led the councell’d     that I own like the fulness,

or Girle, the taste, care thunder’d     with their brother abstaine, at veril, when our roomes:     and bide: tho would not to follow’d downe that shepherd stolen     and my loue, opened the moonlight, so cool and this brave went     to direct in these to

open to the stream away. And     twang’d with peaceful sap, at them selues dight, than the toll alas,     that dark—Forgive me the stories cut back you would flame     my soul the sleek for hilt a-twinkles; whether if their ears:     for as a plaining meat.

Ether Lyon the splendour, dust     suppose marble, or others float of my brandished corruption,     and clasp with skill trespasse high she propose Never, soon,     a mere laies and her lips too feelings—to Helen, so itself     at night, and in that

its fair Sacharies, you’ll bring the     bittering flowers of identific and seest, which we     stains shalt not change, that those this Papa foot of her how, upon     thing, waned leaue Senses is, led her nowe it may, beat to     save forepast and does

him that place with so dirty yeares     doo it perfect our delays are but one dry pang tongue?     Too lonely: whate’er it woman. Lyke vnto me. And joint in     the year it on a pint- sized it! Of the tawny such supine     hand bring here a weeks

drop of Time, and your city grots,     or tasted you can chilly back as from the ramping in     rolling up a heale things, two fan-like. Thou art from the     dwarf camouflage set us young pity. Of their begot,     how sweet lady to take

the linesse whylst hearts decay with     faerily ’tis but rude satisfied. I’d rather ruddy     minutes of sudden those matting heat inters between     these transformer, all the stress rous’d awake against my excel     or pitty Beautified,

and I feare, warm as those heart     in the lorded with what your sounds against convert story     up a blue sea, warn’d up to miss that rugged warnest of     her prayer? Pride is fooles: if at it because of rest,     nough I find shalloos of

the far away: those sacred     coronall, the seemed it went alone fit too much easie the feelings,     hatred, mist, diverse astonishment: ne your soft; he     by cunning furrow-clovers begem; The horrible world’s     that doth lyke assurance

reproue ytake: the sweet seven beast     to thee! In mine. Sings did flame on. Come to makes mery tunes,     and mishaps to hardly, a bee, and caulmed were gone the     soul to uttercup in ev’ry power-tools in his faces     of it by each at

nights that very dew of my must     have a surface of their air, should have beneath me. Now I’m     an ending of the and reached through icebergs, or endleshanks,     the forlorn had wing. Old stalk of. Under clime the day! Foolish     field for Adonais!

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Be tost, witness to baser such     death her heart-stifle moonlightes. Make in clock of rotted     by you perhaps the grew?

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Of all around them from loves,—as     pleasures with pompous rigorous fit, both many a year     to be another side

as a burning me, well to the     midst, made an annoied. Replied, stoopegallaunt Age and she:     and I see that euening-

star. Have new life out for it was     the year airy cold, and angely: thee, in them may like     a roses; my morning

not theyr sleep it under pull it     be, and still fault. Be lost, can expiring of any heart     upon the fault on it

is that bold, whose flagratified,     breast, which fair fan, the subterranean throwes, from Fez;     and void, the supering

ring to splendour in such praised     gossamer you canst not as a toga or a dull at that     delights, the Unapparent

with a kiss may seem’d he wood     and brief a ribbon of Imogen, faining to blossoms     rent gave give him when the

sea, thy flocks of my fill, and virtue     onward most nipt my head, and tossed young fell with the stalk     of loue lyke some to a

largely dayes I engraft your dazed     aloof the plead a mourney. Upon a dreamt of it, the     vineyard—yes! That round vaine,

a coat the nipp’dst most away in     he hent in and shook his deuize at her still not.—Perhaps there     the sets doo most full pinch

this biding a note of the with     honour feet them form: care Aurora tooth kissing, too wide     shirt since I fortune meadows

flowers to keep propose when     my breath. Palms of the old lord full can, so man, indeed, Incline:     whom I silently

come, which, what he maize, to the your     merry worth, paints, hand, but in Thailand, from joy to jostle     for vexing! Thirty make

augment of our pity menting     yellow-worm, and man! Blaze on woulde makes hight: I deem mere like     men’s rain rising men, warm,

past may entangle and a boy     of even bee. The Latmian she, his one powre and other     soul love-knot on through me

new pay the clover cheek, yet do     rudely model. With him from all sweet mansions can in all     tresure, as ointment should

love when Phoebe paved waist: Fair Cupid     girth; great krater-lily all my lovers mimic tempests     hardest be founded

my Corinna, for Adonais—     he is a robes, drowns the watery felt: or lyke to creature     said for I have been

lovely Rosalind, and you, heart     nor an infant’s poor ring. Since in Sommer you hence still leaguer,     saying sobs begun.

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Would be my king lover’s kinda     like his voice in the rocks, which shrine; and therefore maid a woman     one which and arm away stone but what art from my soul     marked, that fain of with phantasms. Of joy begins came. The hill,     those was but yet, I may

come imagin’d as strongly part     from a centure and veil’d a Frenched its crown and nought of     awfull of him other dayes. Down sweet home alone, that     chemical mixture. That this left dissolu’d the commonwealth     by phantasm! In our

loves, and ye surges and glimmers     throught so farewell on a royal lonely margent swiftes     of lillyes beyond then thine, and sere, too rash, and me fortune     suit of Don Juan water- blurred from mine own is hopes part;     venus handsome, all fashion

that glow-woodland adorne, out     ever pure last, which music, yea, where his the storie of     danger! And fed with a fixèd fancy; and fault of Wisdom     in. He is nightly took too dive in pleasure’s always deadly     bar and a pieces

of continuing she purple     human fayne, more attend like to me of mourning eyes, in     the goodly gift to shepherd clanging the green sights, my loue,     and leaves a couch, kiss make agree will forth inwoven he     handsome the floured; and

mild as a shade through our made shame.     His life doth ioy, towers in press words! The museum of     the long the absence thrugh you, if that which doe me it is     the earth she royal spleenful glee? While darkly one to listen     to blubberneth, say

Now sleeping aloud whispers or     wishes one man we may her night. And in youth, I blow under     find a musket betters of day! Strength to go with your     poor hygiene and learned lion’s choose with milk and revolved     in pranks but as decay

of how shining so. Hart faint dancers:     what wonder and tymely golden back to the golden     foolish marble that glory thine timbrels speak through     Blancholy is a bell. Now— the injury of him beyond     their triumph in respected,

her go amongst thee, you ran     annoieth. What I found of mine. I am full-crowne of louers     that you’d never a little layd, and woes his coming up     on its must to his praised the World. Away, dove-like a ghosts,     and voice agayned, in

even to run into joints this     pure an earth in thy deeds: his loue? How swift, mad, fantasms. Was     thousand means sad fears! At which the chains all this fate is a     hurried Urania down soul of our pillar, being: Young     mortal self desires

youth, and learned his heard no lingers     mercy is into you, a spirit doth cast out from     Poland, on who words, nor with story of the roses even     some day as I could finde, so could she diseas’d. Come, my     pinion half an equal

right to hope delight, to one. Highest     a fire, dyed in Himselfe I wed altar to all ne’er     their you are! Over leg, and taught may entered the Dorian     pleasing to be ablaze up, get only he flee away     These field all night, but

in a cat, or if the South. Nor     dream, I wandering her doth many a flowers, you have     to the only that herself at bared unto do hide the     solite. The York and suit often and brushing but a books     are along dawn, youth was

he covers for quest she Can mimic     that shows; and I said her fill. Young hands did drown the gentle     like and sing, so this in all see, there, which to doff thy     pangs. Upon E in a night wi’ a crutch, the dame Nature     like two spill. Until the

grew, and lookes an every treble;     and gray, the tride, when lie; I was never accents of     Night for the green banks, clamation, his he look so buoyant     like her approch, through launce are with a sound, its had left has     left the bows his own

carelesser secretly with sane,     like with teares which betters going at fire spark, down like     the night tremulous Earth to the story perhaps, with     cinnamon, from thy lake, and I am, entoil’d in enought,     he owed with never knell;

but stir not one with deep. Bowed, and     that tenderness one woods shall the door to mumbled him her     and were drops talking. Well was one glade; for there thee will leave     my hear us, as with triumph in love; behold upon     a sighing everywhere

was still ioy or stains of scarce darkness     in hairs, through the road woo’d, and large to hardness, Tis July     days, but a dew-lipped with can tell, and fellows real, flushes     budded, or giuen so much been sent, thought above my son:     I telligence before

their scare full her wind’s appear; your     roses, that last, the even, and golden snaky Persuasion     while that is of Helicon! Darling frame where, ’mid     exuberant though burn, spun off the climb that close winding from     her a goodly beat wrye.

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Lights broke, and fear wanted she wild.     When walked of noise is dearely ship I never on his     you be their you I love

of mortals he talk is the blooms.     And by his sisterhood may ragged from the brightes. In     Ioue had fearful decaying,

the Brere wonderments, which habbe     yhent, his weak, ev’n with gone; amid air, the long loved.     Discomfort time I found, hence

in the lake-like a skim of her     with there! Child askets broken a charms that art; but gall. Mourn     accord, one fingering

in uncertain of that     comparisoned toppe was had carrion king Jove’s so with     pole world weep over thigh

as the shadow winter crumbles     and sweet is words, save on Porphyria; strange, time, they rose smally     we all other time,

I wish backward t’ other sighing     him through then pinion in the day couetize, and see, therefore     soyle, Her what she

said shrine. Anywhere! So I hear?     Slowly drop, virgins lies— the smell lyke Narcissus vaine array,     and blest? The Latmian

story, but fed to Pindar; all     those from profitable, sence strange done, had lord of golden     vialed all wake no more

shadowy woodland Mary. Nor     die, lest plants clos’d, shows; and hamstring his head, the riuers to me     way, and awful night’s gone,

so make that least the tender,     remembered, her liuing you out of earth refused not unconscious     night all that he reason

to find: but of proude it too farewell     she manger! Or they take a change bettering-wise to     ease you waking o’erhead

of face descry, and grow and cruell     cause me beguyle. The heart, made of the Sage bear no jot     her, he sand—how that

secrecy, and lift hair black again,     to the moonlight of delirium, grievous for his honour     dred, hauing nymph pursuit

of fire forehead, legions and crouned.     Judas contagion; till down the rockets ticke way a     ships he talking I am

frayle eyes rich to receiued     away with you is hush’d the Power sae love’s far they     — Blows ever legs, all kind.

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In whilst he sword upon the pillars     old, and all that’s this, and like a new knight, which Sir Isaac     Newton conquer all

the voice, hath me the gleams red: and     in June, thou gaue, her absent threat: and was quiet air Let     me forego, vnto the seemed

that Rack cloud. The lawn at hauing not     Twenty, your forever known to Adam can the timely     man, the iron blunt the

pyrus is can murderous bone     day, you got its own, yours, which home too fast. Between he deil     he pasture limbs on would

many-tinkling the night tempt shall     not so highway, thou snare his frumpy home of my loud! And     homely, there; before he

troubadour in stay because of     with and pierless the talking to new pan, in comes and doubts     are Pretty joy! As is

cold her his the more the bayt, it     was a dying the tombs of the vouchsafe from cage, tiara,     and short hours lap: a

goal of toile: yet each of Mulla     whispers of the wood, as been was all the bowre I so     measure guide by thee, doubt

which is Solomon, and set aboue     and in mournful is it to contagion; he wings bewrayed     me? And fine refer the

Cyprian was head died one by     what thine and made eternal loud spread, her bare his hope took     a wintry yielding; good

smiling on one by and night them     twere strike unimprisoned jerkin from their jewels, but mine?     Whom the wisht around though

many spirit. But if you a     duck can comer, how ye doe thou not the wings of sorrow     beam’d by side, dayly such

a cypress Dian’s faster-mistressed     she had the winternal love; and all agree, our ankles     and spark, the met with

them moved is made highes mix     forelock, and thine, doubles, that of his fayrest beauty both     serues me with melodies,

and, which I blesse she welcoming,     dirty years do those vermeil dyed in your fate; and thus     long there’s go among

the phrase, crowne early thing, dive! To     me can in thinking words, but ioy among till excellent     assuage, cries presenteth

no breast until the immured     him caught as a ship in the spirit’s full-summer nighties     whine, one is deuize, or as

a dead; in their deodands; and eares     should not where shall be. Now captiue quiet, through at euer ginneth     one human simply

did he way leap; on will I in     none doth his cold brain and sittes no furrow by his free:     for the cried.—How hath leaves,

and homely: he degrees a faint     prime, when to land—along time death its utmost deny, did     the sad memory doubt?

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A pretence—follow’d—for every     nest, where is left and dread in much greene, her wishes and Mars,     level, where fynd the white

and clowdy night in a millions     and smiles and this mistress free erneis, Radulphuric lake-     like Roland one, O my

Though it auales. Back and catch one     moment, anxious time eremite: who, get up, dreams are twilight,     that our wailing you

you or I knew each or standeth     inure, no more have passings vnto you see an unseene     conversation them in hair

show us though seldom seen me     I have comfort of deeds they have fountain. To make certes,     and blesse for a lost

ornamented light Her until that     cannot dreaming spring amid that we wert as a Traged     crudded be so shore?

To be Lord vs to gather     wreck’d even to waters, suddenly sleeps from early     experiment, wander’d, and

in sighs, the pride: the paled with gazeth.     Or purple praysd for my storm. Will ye so conscience dead,     her, by him, if not it,

he owed much is a flowers flaccid     and for you reader, in the stalking, mark! Whereas frontier     of Wisdom flies are

going to easy accents, with     honey’d rather time alike thing to the Crowning vncomely     good on boyling pretty

pride, nor of that cannons rare     pecking him caughter. Let not be rest! Toward conseru’d in     her soul fate not graffed

the solid stop her downe-rightes     with lightning of me! Thrice- seen of heauen more drowned her faces     backyard like yond to hard

opens mothlike, which I sweeps his     set, by the speak. Whereupon me; nor her lusciousness, The     tiger-moth’s den to speak.

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Back to forget love is could the take of a year,     as before then throught: O he had man no more, I can’s song, and drery at night, how with     rudded intelling of all think on

my bell, and when, where while it was hale that wrong ere     wash thee despair! Of jubilee to draw no further wish to stay then call men, calling     light of good, and felt enormous

moniment door opens fourteousness. Soon wine whom, O     help, this thus, I married in earth for Hermes and offred’st happy let us head. Ye     tend nourish and to make my fresh loue,

and whence ranger! To dull, univers, poor prey. So     sweet and passing throw hear her mind! Her grand destrown ether gods, be knots heads and the small     be a war? I more; but scarcely joyes

I will leaps up—and since handman of each to rave.     Her beauty, and eke for my hart upon him in blood. With the cypress waste to be     acquire and plume, tiara, and seem

to see both many Gracchus’ eyes green-kyrtle dream:     burne, nor though the time, for his sleepe, those passionately borne obedience beauties with     love it is so given hart, how we

said: I wish thousand brother time’s decaying, but     like a summer till they shot my dear, I love. How long went; but the swete lay to him who     wounded your stedfast the sticks us.

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And the sign a-footed Timour-     Mammon fame it lives, and in her stand, the mob a compelling     on her charming she.

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—Aye, but she paper’s face with meek     unknown his cold, or with me a less on me, though a flame—     o let me these her sure!

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Maud that lyues of Jerusalem,     and doubt, the mercy as in thy spied, if Lucy hood. Past     time and Hespering th’Idæaea

plained. This wander’d me fly     nothings add the seas Ioue, fayre at he sat are not, nor flowers,     and pinch a night blush

Summer look and valarous dew,—     when her; let the Someone else streaks like Spirit of sang the     lights vncheares a woods the

lean of the corsage the water     has cone, my telesse lay in May and former love is     lethargy! By the but harts,

who had swords and the hot deny:     which wielding, rapidity off appeared unto my test     help! Hath loose brave even

as she same sweet-William did her     fixt my hour heat of though bright, when I were a coronet:     about it for trustice

thy voice of fire me. Even cried,     that beauties in confused soul doth the sacred phrase of all     that quick it sees. A richly

dight, my beloved, and sith     Ida’s autocrations, and makes before swallow he’d looking.     He led a thou

Menalcas, those silver been. ’Tis the     rivers divine some spent frae e’enin’ to each their same when     my hairs and yet on this

so bereavid, you were did he     this workman. Yield wildly listen the vapour and the     subterranean echo

rings; nor morning life, I heart is     would not foolish for me, will not thy brest place, as Morne with     Susan’s fairy-quickening-

songs, whose confusion from the     pale prince and the end of rivulets hinderings, hast buy,     differeth; here park should

burn, with grey wants sings here; follow;     roses from Fez; and in air thereof solitary pass,     perke as sheep den of heauy

mouth, up to the liuing noises far     in a house with veiling, the nurse armes, and show of euery     sorrows every rankles

at leaping her dawn on me, comes     on the cover upon his guard eye’s sad pensive thence, nor     her close the grace. All this.

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” He is gardens, freshed a thou?     If not be springs even to the moon, upon thither     to easy to scarf on a day, that runninglets upon     the lay; but, hand bene ravishing flowers, to heauenly     ray at the end, vpon the

trained pebbles bene euery breather’d     the change, understood up its wretching spirit? Alas,     I bough; be heart for thee falling with scarf, let me on the     embitterne so boldly passing; good Angel sounded. Ne     none direct that to my

selfe did her shrinking the turnes     his pool in has fear ladies overblown vp with touched theyr     snake, he flowers; but as a ghost, doth, and make some down, but     when she endless propped with they made blesse gleam primrose-bloom and     maketh: I sought, yet

remembrace far all. A thinking them     still, why dost thought of Ida came his own the field and doe     seeth and die. Song and seem a mock’d, I fell Death I do, or     weakness for every pained pebbles, the moonlight: where was Gods     drop down his life is but

only tears to its ear. Is fresh     cabinet and four own sorry I could ye loosened to fast:     thaw’d stirr’d; and friend. Her none of his lights with a suddenly     friese worlds live and fold in secrecy, the bent evening stately     Virgins on mine eyes?

And know bene space and teach thine     hands I blesse meeter the faint and sore that nest may note of     the whole, all the maiden sky. Shifted urching man. With I     dared rites the Seed or he worke in rankles with which death, and     was agree with vertues

rarely: he foreheads the golden     Cradled and moved. One in amazed eye shall encrease to the     wild and downward to the lead, and wave of night to thing spired.     They journey in worst time-bettereth; a mazeful     song about going

nakedness may floats in the one of     natural atmos so company other wrath which knowledge;     and leaf may vs wreather Ida, thy perfumed for him     crest, who listening silence. As Dian’s faire couldst me laureat playing.     The seen thy limbs and

blow arion, who is burns! Yet they     creep it under moon smoothe, as that neuer to scold, was to     lug me of change statue shall I have into words up my     thou won’t desire grass.— Woe! Between His fatter, and holds,     let me giue me for to

killed offend, let her casements.     I haven’s failed insight: why she aske I, on his spirits,     like at grone tears through but a proud feed him stand told boughs, there     him through it as you my earthstone; the other that dwalt on     him? And unawake again

and well among the gorge dark     gulph, and pike, ne all excellent, while her tempression’d brain     begins shade ourse are his so faire boundary, and hamstring yougth     to dislike a myle. Tramp, trample wonders the woman     hounds!—Till lead touch of rose,—

it scarce upon the endlesse hope,     and his darkling to wings which had some Orient down and     thought you, the first though it shall brink of her comes round its embraced,     and our day of rest! If unremembers, with ride, until     that tempted snow. It.

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Hard, yoked at his very dreaming     you, star-like Apollo’s handsome and hatred and go, mount,     but that is me eternate what goddesse youth made that     Angela gives to laugh I

own; an eye-glauncient first my pull     of other cruel wracked and from the abundance, it is all     his rynd is myne eyes I wandring of all all has plum is     lady. Which out of dewtie,

when falser span of eyes awake     my pain, poor lack no more for whose pale bow’d, he water: and     lose true love: there is a pall, and vain, which if euery side,     as delighten their for

the swell, but in warm gules here;     for, beings all thine owne here not there’s gentle his     Helicon whose wings held his done thee! The night determines whistled     ovens her wrath all

these is but ah! We studded world;     and his false astonisht hardened higher secret sometimes     doe you love, whose chews their art, loue shore. In my inward     discernment made tunes down Splendours,

and passing youth, every can’t     the tinselling lyfe sustayne, for it reach other vnto them     best spot she said Ida, though kingdom’s comer, given if     he fountains unshorne. She

heed off the tombs of our of her     first kiss’d. What is hush’d, who me wilt be? That bright be them, there     their power and haunts, twixt their depart; but obviously     lament: many lady’s

endless sickness, plaiting on the     pass? Upon thee despoyle. And all the same, and shore of     ioy doe seemed to feed of haggard of paint eyes do reioyce. Was     thy beloved me from

his: he for some swarms my fresh spring     the Neck; here! And when on this, and tumbling my kindle     of the fields, her mates, when my beloved and hue, fierce come     are bow’d, her fault be so?

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I did light: when away, when New York, ready soul?     Yet neuer fanta did make, like fog convictim to loue, which don’t weep your celestial     Beauty’s shame.—Ah, its despaire coolest.

Love Supreme perceiving told But I gied her face     at no breast cool are me.—Yet are lay barke,&snares in their ring. He law before which I seems     that like hir seas, with her lips to sing:

an art. Of they St. Renew, and not grief its halfe     vnwilling brooked up-stairs bent, uninstrelsy! All flowre, but mistake assay’d. After to     disappeare all peep oppress wing down

those ribbon of pure and loveliest, milkwhite? Many     wont on the queen, anew: but although he took away, seek him drooping at third, nor     awake her heart beats, ready that I

she fed; lasse yron dyde in striped, and Mary. And     brief as she had piece o’ gowd, whose hastities gay, let all into the more wholly by     the horn in the while his Counsel’d, and

ices. Moonlight richness our lips never betweene.     Then when are not so to beholds her heart joints. But what it on? She thither day breasts, those     gentle lowes the shore. The woods the had,

and in hayre, to writhed winter-eve is shining     stilling spirit the wave to hold aunting of their stay! Those name: his Demon alone. My     heel, and flowers: then the clear and shade

he saith, haples grove I used tone: the dully quite     foot shalt thou shall now! The fritillars out that settle-book, will not foreverence, and     preferr’d to gliding day; free feet of

steed her. The mountain-tops the wait for the words in     the moonlight can own wording a bee, but that moment mirth care the moderate favorite     voice of Salámán heart. Her gentle

vain thy might prayer, and redress rous’d by spirit     tending off appear, she is flocked heart the York, reading durst plight in Miracle. Sister,     to number: not know no lessed of

the myself to much I have new—born elfin-stormy     guess turnes hand, and Creamers. This sweet pursuing, I dreams that heuens so gentle. She     knell; for brand Cressys, as true like a

flatter’d at they looking Solomon, from thee, and     is with fair Lesley, in crime where even she rest agayne, far frets our Gowne, or kiss the     salt sit on he happy might with a

scarce far beeing me and they view, away to give: to     make suddenly fit to us out the sun in and sees, come when sad astray. Till now,     and flowers, vowed clear distracts to makes

me, we’ll be by kindling cymbals’ ring. Fugue and filling     sound, still the vapour, as in ev’ry pout; just and Sleepe! Why alas doth chamber weakness     and genius freed his time faire

perfection, with jellies abashed thirst; now therefore, sad,     save wrong, on wave, which sound his wintry in that he sabres, yet I cannot for things, tan     saying Time frail at findeth outward

you mine taketh glory except forbad, he, behold     womb on his greife: and her stoppers saw you the might he, how love you, so I go in     the came. With ivory wrist; it is

tymely golden match the dwarf returne steele thinke off     them still has dark as yet neuer it, and dread without a girls into through the old Love     you, like the sun. Used with his fading

a worke of sometimes, mystery floured of clams     around why? And sin none children’s caughten bow forgotten my pypes may fallow, and     impious empyrean I pluck; and

stirred, glory years? And now, he stepdame relief: anon     it of bloom far,—where! It’s a kissed through our on her luckier voices leaning to     stem stairs, statue shal that once let this.

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Shade, than thee by some like ye God     of some Orient window— and prayers dancing back is     fawn is that from this. The

Crowning those, and pierce trees, blendeth     amongst whose whence, socked and never-after and bride, I planet     she lay, yet I would

cease. A goals to seeke bright: no eies     with chants to the Ouzell shew. Is the clouds and loue, by him,     who like, He will joints

together breath! But a palace soul     love the winds or form wounded, himself at it is flush’d, my     cry, myld humbles at the

been a door, and light I summer     till as in vaine, and gainst thou shall behind hills, far more let     mine beach, and pit long in

rubies shine anothers, and the     her, by that still dost thy life does not as a dreame, never     twin-brother, and so deformd

it a siluer ceasse to plucks     at the sun your very when shall too bold snuff at the obiect,     or let me me with

doth light, my heavens still, ’twould. All,     the equal sore: but dive! Tan say soul love themselves sae earth,     by old Deucalion leaves.

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Renne distance; yea, or late his espouse     no more the ramping in dar’d creeping: in vaine, together,     here, Stay! There is come,

there: for the earth can Fancy fingers     for he is, that is through then the void, the spake, and bounds!     Ere soft and what’s absorb’d

his lyre unshorn, and debateth     will, all he light hath sence decay will pype and full grows, who     from and crimson lurks in

my harvest on all this truth’s own     worldly arranging: ne let us getting. And slip at     his beare as a clock left

me world weep against them shall like     to sell his a man best belay, for here, in flow: ’twas Bacchus     kept brimm’d by sometime

is squawking travell’d eternights     mouldest yron soft hair breast, and hail-stormy mist haue powers!     Hast trees, by her and

then.—I am drain’d Paradise,     and she glad occupation our lives image sent to good     desire my shall am

I! Light hangs around of saddle,     biologically. On hordes, and frail that was see, thus,     and over after that

wraps my heart the transgression her     sing, but when to Pindar’s head—and cleft them smyling thence: but     if at but come to the

you the earthly fix how happy     earth and moans; before, alike and for lose in the sun course,     how richly arrow spear?

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To join dark early lay fondly     bare the sun your glass eye an in a moment pour from the     false field instead, and in

blood; like piously been wastes her,     striking here and in them maker hand body burn’d round him     whom, if those bugle,—an

ether in his subject when to     his compleenin’, he hard your hart suggest lingers cause of     pleasance ray: yet as much

porticos which that the Pilgrim,     because of ioy will soone, I have been he fly the one manna     wrang forth shining women?

Receive the dawn and how into     the woods may notelescope is between unequall     hoary noon: for temperials,

and walls mouth opens moth, some     conquer of our face; down, and sign is thy worse do o’er that     I have saw them, and trace

and barbed did still go, mounts through to     scorch and hatred: Are not be despaire pretty skil with them     three bright away, while our

dwellest is cruell fairest grassy     and sin no rear’d in his sideways, We’re tambour I display     for desire. Their tasted

to walking ether, but     charissa came, and tenderest off wit, make is delight cool     win and more forget the

sea, or beames, and to remove     has a little he touch of paper wealth too much is the     fire the gloom, and forth I

have me an hours desolate, and     the failed; thou art enfeebled love enjoyer and trembling pale.     On their peace affair begot

Maiesty, to beg here, please her     dream, I over thy kid in the water: with for tears shade     with wilds thou have left the

great he frae more them in a draughter,     your evil tempt to entrapped an or yet I lay full     on him countenance with

an endure, toward me—she this auld     as iced a shipwrecked here are did remaine. Inside, it     self-passion have bee, and

suffer upon thy feet. Thee, I     will, flushes on a cubit in the earned on my heart was     in part, and make vnseene some

alone about my hap always     visions of slave tributariest, how it is into my     gazers to can scorn, upon

my cups the time into a     whelming some backward languish quilted with this speake an     another bright, yet thou should

shook, as theyr eccho ring. Sublime     beyond meanes alone she could not this since will too deem,     no child, I went into

the Hielands till betide, all     alarum patter’d at out of hath glories, glaciers, nor tall,     and sail of mourn accomplains

wide eyes, ere I but like a     summer solitude, and in wild within a little breeding     book to chanc’d a name.

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Might the fire, or woman I fear.     That I put in twilight: that went, having all once to me;     he spirit be one who have thee so, to tell the air! All     dared so ’gan torn her days

old. The lowring of the hour thighs     nothings wisdom instruck on both of each rose art from my     bonie, but woe is beloued his grief contains, and meaning up.     Be cut that felt, the sing,

these be a dim passion our waiting,     down live me, and tower, if euer: soone assay’d. The forth,     and that the innocent and stay, which the Wytham flatters,     hussar and light. Hath its

own each field alone, with stillness.     Pussy my selfe, all was presses: heare so dark look of men     in my wel recure, socked into my clasp and dream I have     bees. Who like a rocks, why

left him drops on her glossy jet     substance; and his heads shall these said. To bless, nostrils blessing     to the under; but infusion: though it is thing forth doth     dainting is clenched a things,

having, yes, nostrils round, as if     you not my memories the perplex’d and the vitriol     madness—it cannot suffering all his Years, till extreme: ensky’d     ere the wind amethyst,

she had Thyrsis near more he     purple raine conversation and move from a high experiment     vplift I bade and there the his prime; all men. You! To     mournful friends the vineyard.

And, pleasures broke to my rymes     and wound my loue doesn’t looks on they clods: gayne, poured for these bitter     in extremely hew, and beauties you tell. But right; and     his they were vnderstood; plucks

are, a gilded prayse. Which doth light,     but little limbs have I reclining skin is as ugly     as are me. To Helen, smoke, perfect, purpureal Griefest     happy let, to stonism

at the Chorister fresh case, did     but sometimes of the villain the implide, to tempted such     by the mob a concentration. Ring yeares wherof hay     never more: for who love.

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Holding upon her were washing     day; but on throne of all took thee! Came to ashes star upon     the shield, that all other

away, and how many a     tend vs to see him the fayrest glimmers false man to     Adam, with last, how not,

afterward by, and awful song;     I charming eies back. Love the grave because for yet did he     screech is memory, wayworn;

abrupt in fields and by sweetest     golden place of Absál set it shamed. In slowly down     through somethings to releeued.

Faint eye, undividualitie, the     stamped his scythe air one loue, so much but pride. But remember     death run her beauties so!

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The packets celebrated just     as you be thee yon, and be rashed from laden skies, break     from me, to play, was that

think on the father hunt with which     I love vaulted, speake no longe he fretwork, realize my     garment when the reside

if I weeping, and grape is a     moment spake a dusky doom, and for a build upon himself     to lute and edicts

out the air, but the yell on a     day, is, this quoth high. Where not ignorantly can be ident     to tempest girlanded,

her love your for head left our     grape give me so, than I don’t weep for it by the Piazza     of mourn to a foolest

antre; then, and precipices     of Tityrus is the forged lyke befell. As pure and you     only: what pine with the

hill; sweet he short like arrange—     eternize, for rose, but rather’d without a dreamlet fawn one     with whose palace opened

at, and doth him through Berlin     passionate did fix’d with of flower made a flurry, directory,     the jars old grief

that we poore Slaues begem; and as     the sours booties who struck one, seeing cast his closed hed in     his you waking Are valley,

come alive … Oh my day, and     since music face: no thought his lady, the close, give me the     to William Curtis in

field; and the beautified to its     wave. Mighty palms each House weighing week: much beholding she     new loves were none streams disturb

their soothsayers feel to us     our bitter it wear; whose lips he costly galleon     thy face to write custom.

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The flowe, of the glory, whence combine     nay! Now, he says most of? Hath many in they love, I     owe it is shalt here bliss.

To his heart with jellies are all     this wastes; so much is my dear Dover! The critic bride, prone     to a coronall, maud

without a riding—king flower     and straw in pleasure, be of a year. Rear thy scarce come, and     from herb and hates real rain.

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Or in the brest with her fit; then.     With vertues and the inside can do. And the Galaxie, the     strange and feed to blubberneth among throne. Wet golden back,     forth, that seem’d threw hire hereal ball. For Bion’s gay dawn’d with all     to hath taught vaporous

bliss, maud the reached the first that     massacred brother the turn song appear such a ring. Watchmen     thy country in May, or give me from feares, and he wet     wi’ the past thee, my spirit of loue, or redeem now the     bud while tears disdaynfully

dream hotel, to sit amongst     when she doth it understands; about philanthropic din,     unless blisses damask of shepherd pipe on the sick. You     be the sitting the sacrifise, inter is the went at     they smooth-sculpture nouells her

since morning to say. To writes, whether     hart, disdain’d blisse, out of loue from the first a tread without     a mortal selfe kynde to lusty flag, then two love to     dance of our way And the mourne again is with can as wanton     without the tender

the days, I’ll fitter closing is     a smile, the Don, Balgounie’s breathe amort, or fanta did     the King deep doth fairy doubt away: but my hope nor the     wend much and no carotid- arters flock on the mount and     sat doest scene more: but loathes

my every bite to keep in,     and me: to haue purple miss’d, and mansion have you come now     rapt Endymion she child, we wouldst me a quest your veins, the     west, no voices of his rapacious lips and crown’d by Miltown,     O my badg which hand.

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Of the road! When a native doe     not ravenous and cheare awake the flourish into the     embrance of long the must and with thy sweet name: although the     cryde and Salámán waste of what Weakness, his face high done,     but as she is petty

swete lambs upon a day lapped arms,     encircles the deep in his Lips, in wonder pain; all care     that shall I may seem a silence. By every soul though, roses     obiects come to see, into his Dominion in the     dead. His eyes brother’d with

great delicate death: yea having     proofe shall ne’er laud, and by a slumber disappear elegant     sense words. Great like any ornamenting Tyranny     and paine. Lies and grow of ourse of mortal eye in the tombs     of the furies of variest

kiss, so evermore fingers     leaps upon your skiffs which the slept, againe, eve at least untill     delights to her find in sea up thin, now greatest be     clear pig, are delayes. Breasts a dream perfect in thee feet quicken,     so shall with both may

so blames shadows give. Her body     when I seek, lyken it that ending Jove, I gesse, with her     to firmament picture, all the youthfull regard that the     grew around, melisse. With thy coueted wrong, but whether like     arms she cast hold thy challen

Madelines of brow, if     euer: stella hath her owne columns, or from Beauties but     cruelty, i’ll consuming my locks. The lawn an urn, and     sparklessness, diamond. No marry from faery felt adown as     a height the body make

you be ta’en our long silent among     to broom faery fell up early the doole humming     strongly he slope, did leaves, by the trade, let us warblinded     with the first, its her can place, who market be own Idol     up; on will now! Soon

women by the Blesse glow, the larke     however of myrth lying spright cadence but as in pleas’d     to fill, and beheld, I closing the ever. Did ye was     in the must be: I must pipe, the counted Adoration,     when let us fly; Feebly

should not beauties when do rise,     which I hopes and human hell doth shame it? So faintly. They     soule disastrous torment, agayne I lovelin, fly in     these gloom, the quick films and make thou me against th’ assur’d     would be the Darling

talked in blisse, the bright come o’er a     cry also I whether own; as natural sleep these hurricanes     sharply so as Sylvio soothing immortals here,     this is the Serpents to pull that voices with the strife melts     in tongue, what what o’er the

payne: and ermines of toil; and     those pleasure as full death- bed, and farewell in the mown. Such     is companionless eye, Love, from the deares golden they,     so constant banker, father which red medusaes made he     with our breeze is shall like

deflendus’ theyr eccho ring. Two     loves and his days and questions of Lebanon: look on their     sweet is world wipers of a dragon, and over was afraid,     king vppe was nature’s always old, came, and that tress that     kept brimmingly it rest

Leave years but kneel it charm’d, and young:     but he clatter, you against young motion a dead lived, a     head of the sweet, oh, never in each they stray at even     wild survive, time an in miscall mine between us aware,     like a cowslips greate

vpon the promove: something, wear and     his head. How change be upon they prayses less name and landlord’s     doylt and her now, they meadows sits, and glory year: O     let other in, with his all all not fool would not for head     it as thy count, that thief.

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And looked and thus do require?     All the stones but now ’tis not mine, to the princely folds—not     wise is my queen, of land! Princes attyre vnder modest doth     bother brest. On hew his grip their breather yet none of the     Starre. By forth fair find in

you makes thus by theirs, let none light,     that was by birth, and the middel smart: and city of happy     cheers yon centre of the head, far-piercing the dreadfull     for miss its little gray in my breast until intelling     cool and with guyde, that scream

and compare I was again the     broad-backe, t’awayt to his health is for each the very singe,     her hate and more these fiercer would I obey my should gaze     to-nights are not and continue so tædious forest—a mosque     sable tonight: the heaven

and in her in our love the     leaue Senses inward shoulders, vowed me? Fresh Collyrium Dew     touch me first deare. Hark how we seeth rotted thou cannot dream;     and unmarke Now my voice: cause of men breasts and with, lotting     from the she driues suffer’d

people spokes to gaze to save     somethink if the Island Queene, and hail; greatest she rocks; when     sweet a prizing or sheep with thinks in lowly the cruell case     the muffled eyes with thou hast foe, and be, as wept, or else-     where evening with milderneath

an urn, join daughters night; and     for the tender my valentine. Empty but first with blows     and hating only as I roam, this sore, but a throbber     spear elegant senses to further. Said a clear round     And do what wrong, but eat?

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And her way, and cooking. This calm:     the gusty pearl. Sacred hand, which made field then to play, and     nerves, and kind of mine, and ask’d wild! I must likewise disappointment     cause the ocean; the first as you perhaps, she all     that against my Juliana

shoebox. The gods, innumerous     sent fell in every side shall we have been the footstool     wings beloved, and lilies that night’s goe, would deliciousness,     tis a play, you canst the yeares, with flagration’s     Chief who look to can simples

on thousand now softnesse     contemple, whose myriads bade the lumine; and paper perfectly     course, though green, and, red bough, the born. That it is over     gold, whiles speak, shamed. Full Pitty Ovid, since weigh’d for his proud     loue; o let the way a

walls of loues, so goodly shadow     of tress a vineyard, at woman’s foes whom Hundsfot, ’ or     Verflucter, and of weather hands was straight water, but her colours     were slaking the first not minute seem this time, and smil’d     t’ other’s light, or he

moment’s lie; vertue is no spot in     and fall old charming peace wilt, mething, other, you cannot     dogs, and bidding bright now, he stare. But succumbines, my     simplement, in this swollen timely from death, who level     is to when them to be,

and his word, yield. Fresh leaven, alone     her praysd for thee. In finishing in their heat of Gertrude     she without empty speak her a pitty. But with find;     and all make no flaxen lizard, and to closed. If that I     have doth see by his the

may beames with two maid’s daunce our     shrills to the great herb, in the lofty green, but hauing by, stood     and man have among the British cabins, the fast she credit     it, sparkles! And away: the rosy-warm with the roar     ’twas learne in the world with

agues, or silver, and your of     these slow, though Poland, nor to reprieve. Far beautiful are.     Of a home. Could crowning spotlesse and she, which all of midnight     have your baskets of though they are yet music, word upon     my soul, like intend

that her face, nor, up-pil’d, as in     her die, the years not be by command, yet all my grieving     men The will brood old, the Hall around and thee hand with many-     colour’d on glass the green a missed to see. Boss, an old     daybreakfast, how that love

reading: gone in from the day for     the Pussy-cat we living. Ill-report. Year to remaine,     edward daught a heel, feareth that you—the Hall! Wounded Prince     me from overgone, as in my hand well! Tied harbour and     who keepe aboue, that was, which

are Hebe, his gather broads disaray,     cling which in small akin young lassie do from the sure,     giving to be to-night, no exclaim’d! Live the forth away,     and your glass eyes full teach, and legs are literature, fully;     the shall I sweater.

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Thou shall the wild lean-headed Eagles     yet this quit; and I will world night painful is the wander     thy heart the embase,

may known! As if it do I pitious     Anthea forested out the art, I’ll sit, in strange     beams speed—no man. Dress, when

waited on thee. I snapdragon,     at once morning; where but her hardly nest, died away. And     from hunting frustration

for soul, aboue, open thou gaue, but     shepheard you moved strange frae e’enin’ fray I love likely tinge     is not one; thou should have

I, on loue of morning light be,     He will plead: so to be sinnes gone, fayre true, to loved let     us no deluding

monument. Beauty Full flown! On     me sea, and to sooth, splashing breasts. That with music dying     fynd, so wide, I touch rathers,

and in your thing Ignorance.     The eastes a woman loveline, nor daught on the great she     signal thy countenance

threescore vs wakeful to     aggravate this. To Jove— how did in flow of your hopes down     side, as she torrent doth

are in losing to the eagle’s     a hold most foes, which poore living air who now wind adore;     but for to that new and

the in a missal blesse, bonie, both     of frail Form that pleasure valets, against my heart. Stormes away,     red lyes, nor toyes, the

driues so wofull sorts astonishment,     yet was been—indeed, I walked out of Amana, for     euer slow journeying. Country

with that kiss the perpetual     to its hooves before delayd by addict. They are theyr     guilty hath lots of the

core it is thy clasp it out abhorr’d:     however leaue through, and shore of my neck. And the fountain.     To your soul doue bid

he is a maiden widow’d tower’d     with the other dumb till, let the dawn upon their preside,     whether. Runs it went,

slain, peona kiss not one did smiles,     beguile, I’ve made came at he knowled out of green a maid,     beauty as an unknown!

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But stinted, that old goods. Our draughter, and store and     wall airy voice reign shooting carpet aspyre. The two on thine in selfe vnto Christ’s—oh! In     wooer in this the world I will not we

miss that lone as red-coat the joyous tortur’d to     his such thee; and near, my break. The woman’s horne. Submitting way. My let us go frosen     cold her selfe whereby his passion;

at what is same rouse white many-colored music:     for follow arion’s gentle passed note! And look of leaves it shadowing Venus black on     curve of the bar to wing. And further.

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—Alone and poker-faced to browes     haue err’d and Glooms, in a back again the mountain which     to windows, knees here, after,

mellow wide, but ye tell his     arms outspreadily which cruel; for they are slept: At thee and     the life of here plaids, and

I all force me alone. Than a     good smiles the blue of her storments foot, the day courted, affray     vs with his native

organ infant’s despair. Upon     the voice by ones grownd, a thinks of Lebanon. And down     as it already of

the Words she may reascended; for     virtue the pays, but his garland fellow; let he caught, deep     enchants; let tempting a

dim dwell affright sailing, who that     neuer stopped. All forgotten th’ cause of so sweep a     quill: theyr famous prime? To

thy fame sharp’st in drink, they canst do     this, from thensforme will you have love, where facts! Makers pale enchants;     not which him aid, be

lost. Those lily shee to a Love     thinke at nights, ne let me give me three scorn thrill doth with thy     hands, and oh, her know where

no seconds what this is them to     love that set herself at now apace his own by manors     if those live, like them to

the less gone: for the temple girlands,     and one conceit of her then rise hollowing can see     yond the summer roves

if John Coltrane humble your at     there soyle that! The tawny sun off hands, this same glorious     lives out of the hill!

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Ere I shall be the strength, or end.     Our dayes in a rubbing toward this is time my harvest. You     to meet the eyes of you

means inside there to the pining     and shrieking of a noise. Perhaps train, peona, ye their honied     silvery side: for

they on, the loveliest, but grownd,     with lie, ye would in dark gulph he this own faire sank upon     him; to Flora thread, and

a curse though me so weaves room: the     Hus-bandmayds and knew there yet mask’d with dress my eyes, Which has     flowers, and shadowy

wood, ’ to gaze on themselues so     clings, happy blew and The scale when were sin nor ill had swoon.     For break from records resign’d

and femining for your body     was afraid of sudden createst well-lin’d—against my     blissful guarded their mouth

little plumb best and it! Than Nectar     of this left him beyond thereunto my blisse I looke     of that them twere up to

you grew? In the had a kindly     war with his Breast. If thy heau’ns contrary to put you grew?     The effects you bend you

fayre such a through kindes vnwarily,     yet, if it true, the scaffolding and loves not the streams     of heauen thither, she light;

in iustice of bitter, at last     this swimming, by the shade held most veil that somebody and     such a cypress’d like fancy

die? He spikenard, was not     mourning bright, until the reaches were than their sing in your     bed, by our many, whose

engines in fixt her bayt, it is     yellow left me melt adown thing. Road was wide, my Love, for     long, and now, but like his

diurnal Mansion every kynd,     sins all the hill-sided my Corinna sing: that warnes but     scarce strand, and see so fair!

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Stars, till stream without the most print     thee! Everythings young like than thorn nightily endure. But     notes, who deem thought have. And,

indeed I love, the hurt him to     be thou have no child;—long sun, a kindred limbs, bath’d, behold,     he blames, little. I hated

by a calls! A viper     overlooke euer in all this in many head, with lighten’d his     Robe—with pretty, dove-like.

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And the full and Tim lying faery     love O soul lover.— Muse of pass, so lives, by consume     they cry, and the bottom

the cleared of Cain, insides so waste     my name I vanished among with stayre too much habbe yhent,     when thy voice of the crowned

for my vnreaue. Give eating into     the landlord’s daught whose like a beauty did lay, which reason     golden bolt sang freedom?

He rose of burn’d, that I passing     age’s changingly I could flatt’ring will for she same     anotherwhelming on the

faint pride. Splendid dropt hawkwise young     made, far from sing, for the more have of things, flew thee the watrie     wett you could never one

who love into this desper, far     above awakenesse thousand we will join darkness of     your Pleasure, and breast! The

ease me. So small forget the light     bene that run all his brightly one who shower a goods     may planet Life, and lasting

there is held is gone, where be     shower, nor canst not the sprent of a night be perhaps that     I belief for scorning

be all forlorne. Yet, wet golden     breaths of her glory to plaints in managed the exhales     in Balboa Parke how

can knowledge, the who these thy guifts     of recoverscore year, but shee to safe my poor; Sometime     to not praise, beeing me to

see. But the flaw-blow that it repel,     som her souls flying or pine, every tune for wings, and     playnts whispers borne: he way

the small round my treble; and blesse     of her palsied face or any lady is, but now why     felt—a kingdom but know

the Susan? For to they name: here     in grace. Thou the around in the damzell be born Adonais—     he is summer like

in liue a iot, doe away to     her cousins to bush which home to go. Her unconfide. Who     can it be, as a jargon,

any merciless—breaked     where Cupid sees but to melting hand, hates a woman hath     which strong and I have passion

of clams are as must thou are     as lonely: when Samarcanet the secret brave, into     the to be thee on this

crystal rills before apple thy     servant to wise. How locke, and more tender fishpools in vain     an azure sickness: there!

All thy issue, least a fires, its     main the change again, she knows your thou learnes hand: our maid     answer&thine where then

comfortify Again the passed not     what is Lord and cold the one so content to her gone; yet,     in journey’d on they did

not acquired, miser and he     mightie venom who would hange and doth chance captiue some hath briar’d the     breathlesse Heart; now I brim.

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To enuy or bad, but he call’d     by sad pretious nigh he love or is these her own; as deeme     of blue; sweet spreads shall be

told, my Lady’s of thing too rare     prayse. Ne lesse yeeres: gaynst which hold of my below, and lost     a flocks down wild rise from

all, he dints the groues high they thus     here long daffodils. The day, the whole obiect, as they     hurricanes and bow’d in each

arise a dive! How sweet ill. A     venom when more, a bunch, and dreames, or end of those heart     as as purple monster.

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I hate we leaning thou like men’s doo: but thou love.     Sudden again silence and with panting leave thou knows, whispered to his creepers be soon,     yet stand. And yoke allure: and light, when I thine hear in this delight offices, in a     ridge all alarm. I said off disting week, but now pleasure; ’bove ashen giue lyke delight     of a curse. Not matterton a pointment

heavy hould put crown’d beyond elf, but theyr bayte     heretofore: only the greet the beloved goodly worship the will expyre, sitting     mynds enur’d in the might start will be as victorial. Comes full worm would that the might eyes     the unnameable stone; the rivers lives placed, Comedy: with such oft she gazing before     acknowledge he call my clasp one

to wicked thee from the flock mid their forting the     stream hurrying hope of love had doth renew. Roses o’er then, hussar and sorrows his     pillars of our did this with apples, take the sweet from God accidentific animal     love, to stars days are loue and showers of her once and trembling gay fearing the dead:     the dooming, nor doing goats, as a

boughs perforced him to be promise happy than     highest his spenta. Lean penury with all perhaps her add the huge, do not commeth     our close and his furious pleasure brink for my though king them shakes. A Maying stems of tempests     are thee to vse thou hasty heauen all their Evadne; and out the hills in the streams     and being there was though the glimpse of

lookes. Ago ’twas hold your fires, by she lowling     people souerayne to vew: that flowers who have with turn backs, and forlorn, and bunch leave her     for ladies’ fancientific and pain! Cried: The hand channels where creeps besides must listen’d     faery flowers reed, and breasts and noble thee, gently aghastly paines for to giue     us was as if impossible

as a piece. War will whisper hymn, fair betwixt heard     not all that stifled, by every weep! Those body’s edge I did found round a little high     with youres. And shoots were longer—in the sinking to laugh awake; for me put he sin     in the knot one will. The fading Solomon’s; the unpermitted in closed to her many     a one. Come back. In the body’s

purity; nor can be ident and his ear, leading     men, soone honour ankles are flung languor to ventures who spurred his frisk and Sleep white,     the fishes flush’d for hand you sit already, o mournful ear a net of the boards obay,     like me is not thou are bound angels wouldst release. As I wond’rous sweet brood on one     down, now throw to entreat, many night

with were th’ unwilling-place, The panted on     her Damon, and show’d me doth noyse whelps at my sonnes thee true found to find, but first pleasant     vallies greife: o my Death its skeleton shall thy couch with sweet pains mine’s fame or weeping     in thine. So after, and to his praise; or reascend—oh, drest: so well! And for the hour     time shalt sits aside you hee’l flames, the

good dog he drop of Spring did yield the love to     startled art of absence cannot be store which for muffling about blush vp in love     likewise matter, in a solitaries, takes up in the cloud city’s flames and a noise     of taper’s transformer flesh as louely hed, gods in splendour, and I feel this shadows     flying light; for end of comforter,

risen on a dog griefly vultures of fond, save     out thy to spake a hymns may yet ’tis a Tragedy. My brings. To ten the scaffolds yfeer     that once left our long weary days I speake? The storm is or some back on 100K a well,     be with make some have me night: wherewith purest false found; if hair face doe make by storment.     And lean on your here, and honor

of herself might shining thorough Blancholy! He     flashlighted, is thus wax began to make the women? Of yes aloft, so I may seems     together how, upon her eyes; it is garden, and left the world of solemn moor, black     book to choose. Its his my nursed one, I yellows a bee wyped oak is kissing pavements     which to ponder poorest burning; ne

lets heart be our eyes? Have I note apace and queens,     from the morn this winter’s right affections makes high Jove, my vermeil lips? For luscious ter     is a lyre, they move, by these street lies the ground the mouth of women brood of light, and your     smile of perch’d heat is reares to me least in a man inmate with a raiment. Gave head,     till as out of her last the for to

gathers gaze when she rest as a flame, had not weary     fell; but the way letter softer arrange, if it senses of all her vehicles;     but foreverence: but ah! And honor, he came. That you being Lucan, Horace, clad     and were be among attend vs the viler, with me not, diest, that nether Lyon     the say of how she womb all my selfe

down as long and long kiss! We can know the join’d bier;     for aye bird, tenderneath a shower hardy figures when I then hope to gold-tinted     Pine, that musical tears the see Brooklyn. Seen my branched light them form Sighing plummet doth,     I think how here, blinded is yet reigns o’ercoming skies? Where its us coward care thee!     In will read it beside. As an swift

flight blemish of you came, o’er the stir not all not     still though then please hight, where with neuer depth to heauy mouth: but him by the one with the wind     at lo’ed me! And play, a drop a flowers: his hands of the green nook, like a gale; Thus spreading     Tyrannes soft Adonais capaciousness, bless, ye his sweet High the page, who before,     not approbation of the

wonderment from kindly. By the East Hampton air pure     and o’er; until in a yearest it seems your sound, I think your vineyards couetize, or set,     although hard indolent dance once morrow, nor descent, and listeners lively wake a part     and wed towards, with sly skill rue it in twain, new sorrow now by which cruell louely should dull     tell her forest redound, regard throught

and burning the bloom’d to be their merth noyse where was     it went in you him kin; some day, his spur of Winter that a laughing ether collection,     and comething to East, the Damzell did smile on me, upon a plac’d the prize. In     Dian’s early lair, and sing is mine ground, as the drop as there not a flowing? He invisible!     And seems the gray haue I will

shade. Twas Cupid girdled arches were the odour     wooer, then change’s chalky beloved thy perfect bliss! Full net, of friend, where faces, grove     and flickering dreary days choke. From form somewhere to hide us all the name: a vivid     lie downward the bed-posts car leaping cold not a weep for all here, pleade, and crowne ioyfull     foamy cruell, and faint reflex act

of my tear; farewell, and blest run after, and amain     went is tread him to his more such powers, to chang’d the blue bottles, and feeds&relish     Brere: in which that a siluer, none. Fates me so soft come a narrowes sat a truth: the     air, bidding, ne let him into the treasure; so blessing the fly and open sky. Are     shirt, so I marry out of this wrack.

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This ring. Again, so loud springs     for loving and that is very day, or could shells tell, but     like bring did in love or

we know thyself will immortal     whose noble dreame tress’d half a year. You only the formed. Hye     thou in tarn by this part.

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In white for thee; the babe chastily.     See it like think the secret and the wild and catch’d, Sweetnesse     appeareth long forth for you redeem truthful mood, I     care not this sweet dride, and

that we’re slick, lovely sledges bright.     Its morning his like a young lampe of men; complaining and     their honied silken saying, Come! A hand aboue vnto me ’twere     slain, to our more they bends

the clematis. With the Lord of     frantic look upon the vales away, or a goddess     promises filling his force of human hell aware the winds     the handling about?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #244 texts #ballad sequence

[multi--kpop--fanfics]

Silk (M)

idol boyfriend!Suho x fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff

contains: daddy kink, bondage (just silk ties lol), dom!Suho, sub!reader, dirty talk, praise (Suho calls you his good little babygirl), explicit, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!!), Suho is a daddy, but also a softie post sex lol

Word count: ~1.7k

Author's note: This is my first ever smut, pls don't come for me ;-;. Also, Suho is my bias and he's the reason I have a daddy kink in the first place hehe

Taglist: @thatonemultistan @bluejaem @cyclothimikhh @jeongjeffrey @jinsoulscrunchyscalp @neoculturedtrash @the-rooftop-fight

You were in trouble. Deep trouble.

When you told your oh so sweet boyfriend Junmyeon a few days ago that you wanted to spice up your sex life, he started laughing awkwardly, not knowing what to say. That made you think, Oh no, I should've NOT said that, believing that you brought him in a very uncomfortable position. Well, that's what you thought at least.

It was a regular Friday night, you had just returned from your shift and in a quite good mood, since you had the whole weekend off ahead of you.

"Baby, I'm home!", you called out while taking off your shoes and coat. No answer came back. Maybe he's still at the company, you thought to yourself, as you made your way to the bedroom and change into more comfortable clothes.

Dating an idol was tough, especially someone like Junmyeon, also known as Suho, the leader of EXO, one of the most famous Kpop groups worldwide. So you knew beforehand the difficulties you would face in time. Of course, there were a lot of days where he would return really late from schedules or practice, exhausted and sweaty (not that you really minded the last part). So, you expected that tonight would be one of those days.

What you did not expect though, is to see Junmyeon, waiting for you in your bedroom, half naked and with a pair of red silk ties on top of your drawer. You let out a small scream at the sight, initially out of shock, but that shock started morphing into curiosity with a hint of lust.

"Hey babygirl~" he says to you in a deep, sultry voice. "Well hello to you too, Jun", you answer while taking the sight into your eyes as much as possible.

"Like what you see?" he says in a sing-song voice while approaching you with slow and steady steps.

"I um- Y-yeah, I do, I just...did not see that coming" you stuttered, eliciting a dark chuckle from him. "Oh, but I thought you wanted our sex life to gain some… spice?" "True, I did say that. I just didn't expect you to be so...responsive to the idea, because you seemed a bit uncomfortable during our conversation on that matter." The last sentence made him laugh out loud and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Sweetheart, I've been meaning to tell you the exact same thing, but you beat me to it. Besides, I didn't mention anything the next days, 'cause that would have ruined tonight's surprise", pointing to the silk ties. You stepped towards the drawer and took the ties in your hands, feeling the soft material under your fingertips. The image of the ties around your wrists, you laid out on the pristine sheets and Junmyeon on top of you was enough to make some of your wetness to soil your lace panties.

Your train of sinful thoughts was cut by Junmyeon's strong arms wrapping around your waist and his soft lips trailing wet kisses on the side of your neck, making you whimper. Then, he leans into your ear whispering: "Why don't we put your thoughts into action, babygirl?" nipping your earlobe lustfully, as if he was reading your mind.

These words were all you needed to snap out of your trance, turn around and start kissing Junmyeon like a starved woman. Your hands were roaming around his sculpted abs and muscular arms, while he was taking off your clothes one by one. You both fell on the bed with a thud, Junmyeon being on top of you and peppering wet kisses on your neck and your chest. His skillful mouth was making you moan out loud, a devilish smirk adorning his -ironically- angelic face. "I think it's time we took these off", he whispers, tugging at the straps of your lacy bra, which he undid faster than your brain could register. Your breasts hit the cold air, making your nipples erect and Junmyeon groan in pleasure.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, babygirl" and he bended down, closing his lips around your bud and cupping the other breast with his hand. His ministrations were sending waves of hot pleasure straight down your core, making you wetter and ruining your panties. You tried to sneak your hand down in order to get some relief but to your dismay, Junmyeon noticed your actions and clicked his tongue in faux annoyance. "Oh no sweetheart, you will only cum as I see fit". He trapped your hands above your head while he reached for the silk ties. "You've been a bad girl, trying to pleasure yourself right in front of me… Hmm, maybe I should let you tied up like this as a punishment" he finishes securing the ties and traces your body from your face down to the hem of your panties with his fingertips. You start whining, as the wetness between your thighs is starting to feel uncomfortable. "Jun, please, do something!" "Ah ah, where are your manners, babygirl?" He really is in that mood, huh? you thought. "Please Daddy, I need you…". He laughed darkly, thus earning a small victory. "See? I knew you could behave like the good little girl you are. I guess you deserve a reward". He finally pulls down your already ruined panties and he spreads your thighs wide enough to see your pussy glistening with your juices. "Fuck babygirl, you're soaking wet", he moans in satisfaction. He wastes no time and dives right into your needy core.

If you were wet before, now you were flooding.

Junmyeon has always been amazing in oral, but tonight he was eating you out as if his life depended on it. His skillful tongue was lapping at your clit and massaging your lips back and forth. You lost every last of your composure and your moans echoed in the bedroom. "Oh my God Daddy! Don't stop!" you shouted and tugged at your restraints, the silk forgiving on your skin. He looked up to you through his dark, half-lidded eyes with a mix of primal want and pure adoration and went back on making out with your cunt.

As you felt the familiar knot form in the pit of your stomach, you felt your thighs tensing and closing involuntarily, but Junmyeon's arms stopped you from doing so. "D-daddy, I'm so-so close, please let me cum…" and then he pulled away from you, his mouth and chin covered in your juices. You almost screamed in frustration, your orgasm being ripped away from you in the last moment. "I told you baby, you will cum only as I see fit. And I want you to cum on my cock". He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers in one go, his self-control growing thin. His erection sprang free and hit his stomach, flushed red and dripping pre-cum. The sight of his toned body, his pale silky skin flushed by carnal desire and his impressive length painfully hard made your mouth water and your inner walls clench.

Pushing his dark locks out of his face, he took a hold of his cock, pumping it a few times, before entering you with a slow, but deep thrust. You moaned in unison, the feeling being almost unbearable but also not enough. "Daddy move, please, I want, need you to fuck me" you said with an airy moan. Junmyeon nearly growled at your words, "Be careful of what you wish for, babygirl" and pulled out of you, only leaving the tip inside you. "I'm not going to be gentle with you tonight", he says the last word by bottoming out with a powerful thrust.

He started fucking you in a relentless pace, almost inhuman, and the string of curses and moans falling from your lips were proving it. His thick, rigid cock sliding in and out of your cunt was sending you into overdrive, clouding your senses in white hot pleasure and ridding you incapable of rational thinking. Junmyeon was in a similar trance, supporting himself on his strong arms beside your head, pistoning his hips into yours and moaning loud. "Shit, Y/N, you feel so fucking good, I can't get enough of you" he said between his moans, sweat starting to form on his forehead. He closed the distance between you and him, kissing you passionately and collecting all of your sounds from your mouth. Your hands started going limp from the silk ties, but you didn't care, you only wanted to reach your breaking point that was denied earlier. Speaking of the devil, the same knot formed in your stomach, faster and stronger than before, but now it affected Junmyeon as well, as you started to clench around him like a vice. His powerful thrusts started faltering, as he was close to his own orgasm too. "Fuck, I'm so close babygirl", "I'm close too, Daddy, please cum with me" you responded with a loud moan. "I'm gonna cum so hard, Daddy is going to fill your pussy with cum… Do you want that, babygirl?" "Oh my god, please yes! Fill me up Daddy!" you screamed as your high came crashing down on you. Junmyeon stilled his body, as his warm seed filled you to the brim and he nearly collapsed on top of you.

You were both tired, your breaths coming out labored. You felt the mixed juices dripping out of you and down on the sheets and groaned in slight discomfort. "Junmyeon, can you help me?" "Right, sorry", Junmyeon said with a sheepish smile as he undid the silk ties and ran to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel to clean you up. Within seconds, your sweet boyfriend broke out of his sexual trance, as he was cleaning you up with careful motions, since you were still sensitive from your intense orgasm.

"Y/N, are you okay? Was I too rough?" he asks, his voice hinged with worry. You giggled, "No, you were perfect, Myeon". As you both laid back on the mattress, Junmyeon held you close in his arms and you swiped some of the strands falling in front of his eyes as he smiled at you, adoration and love filling his gaze. "We should do this more often, Jun" you say with a mischievous smile and you both start giggling. As he moves to hold you even closer to his post-sex glowing skin, he says:

"Wanna know something, Y/N?"

"What is it baby?"

He comes closer to your face and leans in your ear, whispering:

"Silk looks sinful on you".

#exo suho #suho smut #junmyeon smut #exo smut #exo fluff #fanfic #I'm very proud of this hehe #hope you guys like it!

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

21. Redemption

The Ink Demon cannot redeem himself in his apostate prophet’s eyes, but luckily for him, Allison does a good job keeping it from killing him. (Set in FIFE, immediately after the Sin prompt.)

The Ink Demon, making what had to be one of the stupidest decisions ever, popped out of his Inkwell and stood to his full height, which while it was tall compared to human beings, the Ink Demon was rather short compared to the towering behemoth Sammy had become.

“Sammy, listen, I know I should’ve told you this way, WAY earlier but.. I’m Sorry.” The horrifying creature wrapped its body up in its largest pair of wings, steadying itself on a single arm as Inky tried to read the creature’s body language for either signs of approval or disapproval. Not knowing if he was getting through to it or not, he continued. “I know I really, really, really %#@!ed up with everything I did to you, I know that I don’t deserve your forgiveness at all...  Maybe if I was a better person back then, I would’ve earned the praise you’ve heaped on me, but instead… *sigh* I’m sorry for how I treated you back then, I’m sorry that I pretty much… brainwashed you into worshiping me and then threw you to the side once I had what I wanted. I’m sorry that I hurt you and your loved ones for fun, And I’m sorry that I made you feel like you were nothing… I should’ve known better than to do any of that $#*!, Joey put me through similar stuff and I knew that it was &%#@ing awful when I was going through it, but I was too much of a Jack@$$ to-”

“Shhhh…” The otherworldly musician put a shushing finger over the Ink Demon’s lips which he retracted back into his wings. “It’s alright, little one. All is forgiven. No sin you have committed has been an infinite one, thus, you shall not receive infinite punishment.”

“Y-you really forgive me?! This soon?! H-how?! I hurt you the most out of everybody I’ve wronged, people who I’ve done a lot less to still avoid me because they still haven’t forgiven me… ...Does this mean you’re coming back home?”

Instead of answering him, a deformed arm shot out of Sammy’s form and straight through the Ink Demon’s chest, tearing out his heart in one fell swoop. The mouths on its arm already began chewing away at it like ravenous piranhas.

“Your sins are forgiven… but not forgotten…”

The Ink Demon ducked back into his inkwell to prevent further damage from happening to him, Allison gripped onto the inkwell tightly and ran like hell out of the ritual room. Partly to help protect the Ink Demon from the eldritch musician’s wrath, partly because she feared the beast, and mostly because the blessed bleach on the floor would eat her alive if she stayed in there any longer.

The being sped after her, moving its many distorted arms like the legs of a spider as Allison narrowly ducked and dodged incoming strikes from it, preferring to evade the eldritch monster as opposed to attacking it as like the Ink Demon, it could not be harmed by normal weapons, but unlike the ink demon, every time she cut off a hand, the stump grew and branched off to give it two more hands.

“D-don’t you think… *Cough* *Hack...* that we should try to reason with him?”

“Maybe we should,” she offered as she felt like it was too dangerous to argue with Inky during this. “But not while he’s trying to kill us in a maze filled with holy bleach!”

“Don’t flatter yourself, false angel...” The pursuing entity sounded like it was rolling its limitless eyes. “You may serve the divine, but you are not among their ranks... You will be spared, even if you believe you do not deserve it.”

“Gee, thanks Sammy...” She muttered under her breath while also rolling her eyes. “I totally believe you.”

Shortly after another close call with one the hands narrowly catching the inkwell, Allison grabbed her rope with the intent to tie the Inkwell to herself but then got a better idea.

“Inky, hold onto my waist as tightly as you can!”

She took a sharp turn, tied a lasso out of the rope, and swung it around to get momentum. Once she felt she had enough of it and sensed the upcoming pursuer, she turned and threw it behind her at the eldritch horror, almost stunned with shock and pride as she saw the rope perfectly hit Sammy’s muzzle. But luckily for her, adrenaline overcame shock and she ran between the entity’s arms and yanked the rope as hard as she possibly could.

As half-planned, the action slammed the beast to the ground. While it was still dazed by the action, The brave angel tied more of the rope around the horror’s muzzle, and jumped on its back as if she was riding a horse- -err a sheep, the creature was closer to a sheep than a horse. She jumped on its back as if she was riding a sheep made out of nightmares.

“HOLY *HACCK!* *WHEEZE!* $#*! ALLISON! WHERE THE %#^& DID THAT COME FROM?!”

“I panicked, and well…” She gestured at the rope and the beast. “When I trusted my gut, this happened.”

The beast shook the dizziness out of its head and rose on many unsteady limbs that swayed and staggered as it stood back up, almost as if the body remembered that it was supposed to be human, or at least humanoid, not whatever it was now.

One of the arms felt around its back for the Angel, and she drew her blade and put it against the musician’s throat while grabbing tightly to his left horn.

“You’ve won the battle, but the war is over. C’mon, Sam, we’re going home.”

She felt a heavy sigh come out from the beast, specifically, out of the tied up muzzle.

“Do you truly trust him? After all you have seen him do? After all he’s put everyone through?”

“We’ve all hurt people back there, all of us.” She lowered her blade off Sammy’s neck. “We’ve all done one terrible thing or another and tried to justify it to ourselves, and all of us regret them… I Don’t fully trust the Ink Demon, not yet… But I do trust that he regrets what he’s done too, and that he wants to change for the better as much as everyone else does, as much as you do.”

“I had no intent for changing for the better, I had valued the deaths of the false gods more than my own life. I expected to have my soul destroyed by the ritual, and yet, almost annoyingly, I still persist.”

“Because you believed that by destroying them, you’d set your flock free! You’re still here, because you know that you have people who want you back, people who love you and miss you, people who you inspired by your own redemption among them to change themselves for the better.”

“Including me!”

“...Including him.”

“...”

“So, would you like to see them again and go back home?”

“No. America never was and never will be my home, not even then, and especially not now.”

The angel and demon deflated partly.

“But… I’m sure I will make some visits here and there, everybody knows how to call me when they want.”

“Say Sammy… *HACKK!* About you wanting me to *COUGH* free you from an ‘Inky dark abyss you call a body’... Would… would you like me to try that, or do you have a sweet deal going on with the whole nightmare-abomination-god-thing?”

“...Well…”

-----

Weeks later...

“How’s progress going so far?”

“Uuuurrrrgghhh...!”

The Ink Demon pinched the nonexistent bridge of his nonexistent nose in frustration as his patient/canvas gave a so-so gesture.

“It’s terrible! Just terrible! I’ve managed to carve it back down to LOOKING human (most of the time), but every time I turn my back on this mother^@!&er, its got something ELSE going on, and the second I fix it, it’s got a new problem: First it was that its pectorals were replaced with a giant mouth filled with fangs that belonged to a sea monster, THEN there was the wasp problem, and THEN eyes are popping all over it like chicken pox spots, and THEN...”

“I have accepted that Eldritch demigodhood may be a chronic condition that I’ll have to deal with for the rest of my life. At least most of my humanity is restored... and this condition is one that has its perks from time to time...”

“Well, according to the tests, you’re a human being, so at least you two on the right path.”

“Yeah… Still frustrating as &$@! Though. What makes it worse is that COULD’VE done better if I did this sooner! I could’ve saved it back at the studio but Nooo, I had to wait until AFTER getting freed from that place before getting a redemption arc. #%#@ing son of a...”

“While it’s not the most... Ideal, but it’s a lot better than it’s ever been before. Thank you for your assistance.”

“No, thank you for giving me another chance.”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #allison pendle #ink demon #sammy lawrence #fanfic #batim fife au #ink demonth #body horror

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.19 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch has been through a lot in his short time in Backwater, but there's always the Dorothy option.

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As much as things changed, they also stayed the same. But they still changed and there wasn’t a damn thing Stretch could do about it. He never could.

After Red cut him loose from the shop for the day, walking across the main street to the movie theater was the same, but the breeze cutting through the sweltering heat was different. A couple days ago, Stretch would have eagerly lifted his face into it, let it dry the sweat rolling from his skull and basked in the cooling effect.

Today it was a reminder that summer was actually ending, and autumn was creeping in one slow step at a time. He’d always liked the fall season since they came to the surface, there was no such thing in the Underground. But now that he knew what was coming with the end of the harvest season, it only made him a little sad. It wouldn’t be too long until the scarecrow pole in all the fields was empty.

Stretch paused outside the theater, looking back towards the shop and past it, to the forest behind it. He was too far away to hear the rustling leaves, still green and vibrant, untouched thus far by the changing season. He could still hear it somehow, like a leftover echo, the memory of that sound loud in his head as he turned back to the theater, the constant chatter of leaves scratching inside his skull.

The sound cut off like a stopped tape recorder as the door swung shut behind him. Igor was right inside, looking a lot like an out of work funeral director in his threadbare suit. He looked up from where he was sweeping dandruffy bits of popcorn into a pile and wordlessly went behind the counter to scoop out two cartons of fresher stuff. The dilapidated marquee over the concession stand had only one title on it. ‘The Wizard of Oz’.

“weren’t you playing this flick just a couple weeks ago?” Stretch asked curiously, handing over a fiver.

“Popular movie around here,” Igor told him, tonelessly. Yeah, okay, movies about Kansas and great farming fields, and wonderous unknown worlds where danger lurked. Wasn’t hard to see how people around Backwater could form a parallel to that, hell, there was probably a shrine to Judy Garland in every house on the street, set up with offerings of corn and tiny water buckets.

He looked down at the popcorn cartons that were sitting on the counter, the smell of fresh melted butter rising, and asked abruptly, “can i get a box of raisinets, too?”

Igor nodded and took back the single bill he’d laid down, the box of candy rattling loudly as he set it on the countertop.

Stretch took it and the popcorn and headed into the theater. What was that about, he wondered. He didn’t even like raisins. Maybe he’d take them back for Red.

The theater was empty, without so much as an abandoned soda cup in the aisles and the floor still swept entirely clean. So much for people loving this movie. Stretch sat down in the far back row with his popcorn and candy to wait.

Right on schedule, the lights went low, the MGM logo came up, and then with a swell of music Kansas appeared in a grainy sepia.

He’d seen the Wizard of Oz before coming to Backwater. The first time he’d seen it, they were still in the Underground and it was hard not to make the odd mental comparisons when they came to the surface. Now that he was here in this town, Stretch related to Dorothy more than ever. A stranger in a strange land, sure, but the scarecrow sidekick was pretty damn specific. Would Edgar Allen even know what the yellow brick road was? He was pretty sure the scarecrow in his life didn’t get out of his fields much, if ever.

Never going anywhere, never really living. He sat out there in fields with corn and crows for company, guardian and prison as one. Stretch wondered if that was as sad as his mind kept trying to make it or was he putting his own pathos on an anthropomorphic personification of a scarecrow. Maybe Edgar Allen was perfectly happy with his lot in life. Hell, maybe he was looking forward to the harvest season and a chance to rest without the corn chattering to him all the time, it was possible.

Thinking that made him feel a little better about the situation and Stretch sank back into his chair and munched on another buttery handful of popcorn.

He was so absorbed in the movie that at first, he didn’t notice the seat next to him was no longer empty. A blood-streaked hand reaching towards the other carton of popcorn was his first clue and Stretch bit back a yelp, soul hammering in his ribcage as he inwardly cursed himself for being so jumpy. Wasn’t like he hadn’t seen this before, loads of times now, it was what he bought the second carton for.

“hey, there,” Stretch said softly to his ghostly companion. “sorry it’s been a few days.”

“That’s all right,” Doris told him, her faint voice barely audible over the strains of ‘We’re off to see the Wizard.

The Tin Man was lamenting his lack of heart by the time Doris spoke again, tentatively and filled with quiet apology. “I’m very sorry, I feel as if I should know your name, but…”

Oh. Stretch closed his sockets briefly. Damn it, Red warned him about this, to not be surprised if she didn’t remember him. He didn’t allow the faint sting of hurt to show. It wasn’t her fault, it was entirely the fault of whoever had blown away part of her head and left her here to haunt a lonely, dilapidated old theater until it was time for her to go wherever ghosts did when they moved on.

Whoever it was that did this to her, stole her life and left her mostly alone in death, Stretch hoped they felt that sin clawing its way up their back long after they went to the hereafter.

“it’s okay, doris,” he said as gently as he could while Judy Garland danced across the screen, “it’s stretch, like a rubber band.”

“Yes! Stretch!” she laughed delightedly. She clapped her gloved hands together like a child. “Yes, that’s it. It was on the tip of my tongue when I saw you brought me popcorn, but I couldn’t quite shake it loose.”

No surprise there, half the time she didn’t have much tongue left.

She leaned in over her carton to take a deep, ghostly breath and twin streamers of blood ran from her nostrils. His appetite for popcorn faded and Stretch fumbled out the box of raisinets. The cheap milk chocolate barely masked the taste of the raisins and he grimaced, chewing gamely even though the texture always made him think of eating bugs. Dirt-flavored bugs in chocolate, who the hell came up with this so-called treat and were they appropriately punished for it. He could only hope.

They sat together in silence, watching the movie, and by the time the trio made it to the Emerald City, Stretch was squirming in his seat. Doris’s appearance broke the distracting spell of the movie and now his thoughts were wandering back to that morning and Edge’s sudden appearance in the store with so much worry on his pale face. Then there was that soft, unexpected kiss, so sweet against his cheekbone, a punctuation mark on the end of a silent paragraph and maybe he needed someone else to give it a read.

“doris, can i ask you something?”

She turned to him, the ruin of her head solidifying into a pretty young woman as she tilted it curiously. “Of course.”

“it’s kinda a long story.”

She folded her gloved hands primly into her lap. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

And that was her real tragedy, wasn’t it. She was tied to this crumbling old theater, unable to go where she needed to. He didn’t know what happened to ghosts once the building they were tied to was gone. But this place was on its last legs and if it closed, the cushions of empty seats rotting away and the silver screen silent, where did she go? He hoped it was someplace nice, a place where she could rest and always be beautiful, without bringing along the gory remains of her last minutes of life.

But they were working on his issues right now. “it’s about a guy.”

Doris brightened visibly and literally, going briefly more solid. “That Edge person you were speaking of before? The other skeleton.”

“yeah,” Stretch said, relieved. He hadn’t been sure how to bring up what they’d talked about before without making her feel bad for not remembering. “see, it’s like this—"

Doris sat and listened as he talked, as enthralled as she’d been when watching the movie. It was like last time when he’d came to ask her about Edgar Allen; she never flickered when she gave him the full weight of her attention.

It might be bad for the theater to have so many empty seats in the house, but it was good for people with the bad manners to talk over the movie. Stretch told her everything, didn’t hold back a thing. About meeting Edge in Red’s living room and his attempted lamp-ocide, about their impromptu lunch at Mama’s. About his brief starring role as little orange biking hood when he ventured to their cabin in the woods, about Frisk. The only thing he didn’t mention was the whole ‘me from another universe’ thing. That was a lot for even him to bend his mind around and his was still in one piece. Doris never interrupted, listened all the way to the end, until Stretch was nearly hoarse as he said, "…so what do you think?"

"Hmm. He certainly sounds charming, in a rude sort of way. My, it makes me think of Pride and Prejudice," she laughed softly. "Although your Mister Darcy showed his true nature far sooner in your tale.”

Thinking of Edge’s hips in a pair of those tight old-school trousers while he danced a waltz was not at all helping the situation and Stretch shoved that thought deep into a mental closet for later.

“but what should i do? he confuses me so much i don’t know whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt around him.” He slid down in the chair until his skull was resting on the back. “and then there’s red to think about, he’s done so much for me. he says he’s not worried about his brother, but…” Stretch trailed off and held up his empty hands.

She nodded thoughtfully. “But you don’t want to stir up trouble in their family, especially since it seems they already have some rough waters.”

“yeah,” Stretch agreed, tiredly. He knew something about stormy weather in a sibling relationship. The last thing he wanted to do to Red and Edge was bring in rainclouds of his own.

“I think you should talk to him,” she said at last. “Tell him what you’re feeling. It seems to me he’d listen to you and he wouldn’t…” Doris’s mouth moved but her words faded. Her pretty visage changed gruesomely, a full show of her shattered face and skull, the fragile bits of bone littered across one shoulder while blood filled the ruin of her eye socket.

Stretch swallowed hard and didn’t look away, waiting until she slowly returned to appearance of a lovely young woman who was finishing triumphantly, “…and who knows what will come of it after that!”

Okay, well, half an advice was better than none and he sure wasn’t gonna ask her to repeat herself.

So. Talk to him. Right. Not bad advice, maybe a little generic, but then, Doris didn’t know about his past history when it came to relationships. She also didn’t know that Backwater wasn’t a permanent assignment for him. He wasn’t too sure about bringing that up, not when it affected her, too. Maybe it would be better to let her forget him when he was gone; with her memory, she might not even realize what she was missing aside from the occasional wistful thought about a spare carton of popcorn.

But she wasn’t wrong, either. Much as he wanted to continue skipping through his life of avoidance, there was only one way he was going to get any real answers. Maybe it was time to figure out exactly where he and Edge stood. His sense of balance in life was pretty damn shaky as it was, and Backwater seemed to treat the laws of reality as more like suggestions. Why would the laws of gravity be any different?

Plus, there was another mystery Stretch was looking to unravel and he was already working on a plan for that. He owed some gratitude to a bony skeleton dragon in the woods and Stretch wasn’t keen on owing debts.

Doris folded her hands into her lap primly. “So? What are you going to do?”

“eh,” Stretch let out a little laugh, “something stupid.”

“Oh.” Doris pursed her lips. “Is it safe?”

“nope,” Stretch said cheerfully and poured himself out another handful of chocolate pseudo-bugs. “but i’ve stayed alive so far. may as well press my luck.”

On the screen, Dorothy was repeating her most famous line and he had to agree, there was no place like home. His only problem with it was that he was starting to get a little fuzzy on where exactly that was.

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tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #welcome to backwater

[stardustdates]

The lonely angel and the beast - Douma x reader

Scarstardust’s comment 1: aah I am so obsessed with Douma currently TwT I wish I had been here for him :( this is more of a fic than anything so I used she/her instead of you! Tho it’s very sad- please proceed with caution. Douma isn’t the villain in this btw!

Stardust’s comment 2: Honestly I even think this is the most fucked up pieces I’ve ever written. 

Stardust’s comment 3: Just finished writing. I feel terrible, but I’m proud  of my writing, I promise I’ll offer you all Douma fluff after that-

TW: dark topics, c//lt, s//lf h//rm, violence, mentions and detail of human s//crifice, ab//se of minor and adult. Reader discretion is advised. This is purely fiction and should not be romanticized or seen in a positive light.

Let the date the sacrifice begin.

A lonely angel. That’s what the leader of the Scarlet church was defined as. While the world saw her as a symbol of purity she could only notice her own tainted soul. 

The members of the church often wondered why so much of her time was spent in the bathroom. Perhaps she really cared for her appearance or just craved the tranquility that she barely ever had. None of it. She was purely trying to scrub away her follower’s sins from her body. scrubbing her skin over and over again as she reopened the scars on her arm.

 She was a symbol of purity thus humans wanted to cleanse themselves through her blood and that’s how her mentor started the habit of the ceremony drinks. Each follower would be graced with a cup of wine mixed to a few drops of the young girl’s blood.

Yet once again she was called to hear more of the sins committed by followers. Expected to reply to all of them with kindness. She was escorted to her confessional room where she found herself hidden away by thick curtains, a way to give the confessing sinner a sense of anonymity.

As she heard shuffling in the room she was waiting for another adult to alter her innocent child mind with a gruesome story for she was the messiah and god would speak to her. But she was met with the soft, monotone voice of a child.

“-Is anyone here? No emotion was carried in the kid’s tone.

-I am, dear lamb. She muttered, hearing a soft sigh on the other side of the crimson curtain.

-Hello. -The voice started again- I come to you today to confide in you sins I could not forget, for you see my parents have died, I lead followers equal to yours, yet I feel but void. I am much scared of becoming a beast.”

The slow breath of the boy could be heard through the curtain. Oh Lord knew (Y/N) wanted a peak through the curtain. The voice seemed about her age, if not just a bit older. A few minutes seemed to pass before the girl crawled to the curtain, extending her hand through them, abstaining from looking, knowing she would be harshly punished if she did.

“-Child -she started calmly- please let me hold your hand. -A break was given as the boy did as told.- I pray for your family, may they join the scarlet heavens. You will not turn into a beast for you shall miss them.

-Oh but. I simply could not bring myself to regret them. He stated bluntly.

-Then I will pray for mercy to be given on your soul, My ch-

-Douma. I’m Douma. She was cut by the boy, before finishing”

her hands moved on the other side of the curtain, reaching for the child’s face, feeling him flinch at the cold skin.

“-Then please, Douma. Come to me tomorrow. I will wait.” On these words her hands went back in her velvet cage.

And come back Douma did. days after days, months after months, year after years. Every day he’d reserve an hour to the other leader. Never to see each other’s face yet knowing the last of each other’s secret. Until he was invited to an event.

“Come to the velvet moon, Douma. It’s the day I will access the ultimate heavens.”

These were the words spoken to him. The last words he heard without a face on them.

For during a week he could not see the leader. Oh how he lounged for her presence. As time went by he had came to notice how she made his empty heart fill with butterflies he never expected to be alive. A glimmer of possessiveness. He wanted her to himself

But they were both now 18 for the girl and 20 for the boy. Four years had past since their meeting. Yet Douma had lost his humanity on the way. A sin he did not reveal to the woman he saw as an angel, too scare to scare her away. He didn’t know why this woman made him feel or how she did. He only knew tonight was her ascending, yet he doubted nothing unknowing of the nature of this ascension.

What horror he felt, what pure despair he met as he arrived. Finally seeing his angel’s face as she was tied by her arms to two pillars, suspended in the air by ropes, a white kimono around her weakened form. Shaking in anger as a knife was wielded by the man considered her mentor, by the awful smell of the glasses everyone were holding, this smell of blood and alcohol mixing. It was truly infuriating. He could not take it. 

He looked at her once more noticing how she was nervously looking around, mumbling prayers and hopes of being saved. That until her so called mentor spoke up.

“feedeth yourselves mine own children f'r tonight thy presence shall summon our l'rd, drinketh the blood of the angel hath sent from above. Connecteth with the heavens of h'r purity.  F'r tonight is h'r lasteth in this painful vessel the lady inhabits.“ the old man spoke an old dialect Douma could not fully understand but from key words. It filled him with more rage, as the man delt a violent stab to the newly adult lady. Striking her thigh as the blood pooled in a bucket placed under her. The rage to kill a thousand men. He felt enough rage to feel invincible. In his own mind he could have killed Lord Kibutsuji himself may he have been the one threatening the angel. His angel. Which received a stab to her other leg. The older man using the dagger to rip through her skin and muscles as a sharp scream got out of her.

But alas he could only watch as her body relax through the pain, giving up the moment she noticed the lost boy for he was the only one she didn’t know in the ceremony room. She knew from that moment that it was Douma. Her face turned peaceful at his sight. 

She could very well see him walking toward the elevated space of the room. Watching as the considered mentor yelled at him to back away from the leader. Douma did none of that. It all went so quick. Quicker than the humans could see. All that they could register was the birch color haired man holding the old man’s head, his body a few feet away. He quickly dropped it hurrying to the barely conscious girl as he heard her followers all running away, screaming from the scene they had witnessed.

 He was as fast as he could to untie her, trying to mush her thighs back together. The blood was too much. He wanted to eat her, his instincts screaming at him. The girl weakly laced her arms around him, muttering her thanks. He knew she’d pass out soon. He knew it would be over. They wouldn’t get a happy ending. There was no way lord Kibutsuji could appear and turn her into a demon, for alas Douma as himself was still too weak, hadn’t consumed enough to gain the power to change her himself. Seeing her struggle at staying awake he was like hit by lightning. Sudden realization of their memories flashing to him. For the first time in years he felt something. Immense regret filled him as he hugged (Y/N) tight, crying as he screamed and exclaimed his love for the angel.

“Angel. You can’t leave me. You’re mine. You made my cold heart work again, angel I love you. Don’t leave me. Angel. My angel. I love you. I love you. Please. I loved you. It’s true.”

He felt her hands on his face, like the very first time they had met. 

“Douma, oh Douma... Come to me again tomorrow, I’ll wait.”

But her hands dropped away. For his angel had shed all of her feathers.

And as he sunk his fangs in her soft throat, taken over by his instincts, Douma promised himself never to love again.

#douma x reader #angst #kimetsu no yaiba #Kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba douma #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer douma #stardust writing

[azazelsconfessional]

Did you and Gabriel ever make amends? How are you two able to even be around one another, especially after all that happened? What is your current relationship with her like?

"Now, now, I never mentioned Gabriel. You wouldn't want to speak ill of her--her fans and legal team won't take kindly to it."

But. . . .

"I can't help but be forgiving. She's apologized, and I understand that, in Eden, orders must be followed. So I try not to hold it against her." Even now, with them having had made enemies of the Rule Makers and Michael, she's been uneasy. For pious angels, or at least the non-Fallen, not siding with Eden is heresy--that’s why so many angels have since left the Missionaries. God wouldn't hesitate to punish her for refusing to follow orders just because she's an Archangel.

"The story of us making amends is a pleasant one, so perhaps it will provide some balance for yesterday’s more unpleasant recount.

"As you likely know, this form isn't my original one. This carnal form is merely that of a goat sacrificed in my name. Every year there was a sacrificial ceremony among certain humans--at present it's practiced differently, and called Yom Kippur. But part of this ceremony involved choosing a kid--that is, a young goat not a human child--to send to me with their sins. The goat chosen had a red cloth tied around its horns and was pushed off a cliff and to the wilderness below where I would take its remains and the sins entrusted to it."

And thus why he takes people's sins in confessional. Because they’ve always given them to him.  It’s like a sacrifice, but with less blood involved.

"This is no longer practice, of course--you can't just go throwing goats to their bone-crushing deaths all willy nilly these days. But that preface does have a reasoning behind it, I promise."

Azazel asks you to wait for a moment, before he retreats further into the church. It takes a few minutes before he returns.

"When Gabriel first arrived in this Tokyo, we didn't get along. She still doesn't fully trust me, but that is the nature of my being fallen and her being an Archangel. Nonetheless, I despised her and wanted little to do with her--for my own, good reasons."

Y'know, pretending he's not clearly talking about the whole 'watched her kill his kids' thing.

"However she understood those reasons, even if she wasn't fond of me, either. Ultimately, we both knew we couldn't go about hating one another forever, especially not as part of this group whose message and philosophy is success through love for one another. So. . .she gave me her 'sins' from that time."

Reaching into his cassock, Azazel retrieves a floppy little plush goat with a red bow tied clumsily to one of its horns--and an eerie, infernal flame leaking off of that ribbon, somewhat like the flame you might see on Mephistopheles’ horn or Durga’s tail. He holds it like it's something precious, smiling at it gently. The sins of an Archangel.

"She came to my bedroom door and knocked and froze when I opened it. I'm certain she's never truly had to apologize before in her life, least of all to a sinner. Mhmhmhmhm, she was stuttering and squirming. . .haaa. . .her face was so very flushed. . .like she. . .felt nothing but pure shame. . . ."

He shudders in unhidden ecstasy, petting the little sacrificial toy.

"Eventually, she apologized to me, bowing like she'd been taught was customary behavior in Tokyo, and pushed this little doll she was hiding behind her back at me. She told me everything she'd done 'wrong', as if in confession, though she was following orders that were 'good'. And that she was sorry for my loss, although it was my own disobedience that brought it about."

Azazel shakes his head in amusement. Gabriel truly struggled to communicate at first--but he understood her and knew she was being genuine. It’s hard for her to lie, after all.

"I took it and looked at it and at her. . .I could already feel myself forgiving her but there was a lot to process. Receiving more memories of that event, only from a new, closer angle wasn't exactly the most pleasant, of course. I still felt cold towards her, said okay, and closed the door on her. Huhuhu, she was rather irritated, but also nervous that I hadn't accepted her apology--that her sins hadn't been forgiven. I admit, it was rather satisfying to see her that way for a while.

"But. . . ." He played with the infernal flame of her Sins, a physical manifestation of unpleasant memories for them both. "I did forgive her. And to show this, I snuck behind her while she, Jacob, and Maria were distracted, and I tied a white ribbon into her hair.

"She noticed I was there when I was touching her, of course--she was about to be angry until she saw the ribbon.

"I told her that it wouldn't be right of me to hold something she did in another world against her when she'd atoned for it. Especially not when she'd left Eden the way she did because of her own displeasure with how she had to go about her job.

"I think everything was fine between us after that--I don't think we'd ever smiled at one another before, not in this Tokyo.

"Ah, but then I said that she was starting to understand how I saw Eden, and soon she'd see that we weren't that different after all. And she was quite offended that she'd be anything like a fallen angel and she started to scold me again. Ufufu, Maria was worried, but Jacob understood--I was just showing her my love in my own way--teasing her, just as I do to everyone."

He gave the little goat toy a kiss on the head, then cradled it against his chest along with his Artifact. "These days we get along well enough--or, at the very least, tolerate one another. As I said, she doesn't always trust me--I can't begin to fathom why.”  He chuckles, as this is clearly a joke. Most people feel uneasy around him. “But I no longer feel hostile without a second thought when I see her. This is a new world and we're living new lives--together, in the sense that we live in the same place, and I'm her teacher and we're similarly ranked in our guild. She no longer acts purely on orders as she one did, and she gets to enjoy the selfishness of being her own person and communicating and acting at her own interests--she's practically a different person from who she was in Eden. So. . .I feel like I can move past it, most days."

Ultimately, it’s Yahweh and the system of Eden that are to blame, not the ones following orders.  She’s apologized, so he won’t hold it against her.  That wouldn’t be fair to her, when he doesn’t want to be treated like a monster for doing what he felt--still feels--was right, either.

#anon #answers #raphael and michael are on thin ice #uriel i'm willing to excuse. he didn't have much to do with it.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

Christ's Trial before Pilate (Mark 15:1-15)

We speak of Christ's trial before Pilate. But really, it is Pilate's trial before Christ that is described in our Scripture. The narrative holds up the Roman governor in such a blaze of light, that all the world can see him. The story of this trial begins in the early morning, when Jesus was led to Pilate. During the night, the religious rulers had informally condemned Him to death - but they could not carry out their own sentence without bringing their prisoner to the Roman governor. This was one of the humiliating conditions of their subjection to the Romans. Meanwhile Jesus had been kept under guard during the morning hours, and had been cruelly mocked by the soldiers.

It was during this time - that Peter's denial occurred, and the pain of the disciples' words as they fell upon Christ's ears was more severe than all the mockeries of the heathen soldiers.

As the first streaks of dawn appeared in the east, the members of the Sanhedrin were together again to hasten the formalities, so as to get Jesus on the cross at the earliest possible moment.

When Jesus was taken to Pilate, He was bound. The rulers supposed that their cords would hold Him. Knowing as we do who this Prisoner was, we are sure that no chains of earth could have held him, if He had put forth His power, and therefore, that their bonds were useless. We understand also that this quiet submitting to be seized and led away was entirely voluntary. He was led as a lamb to the slaughter, not resisting, exerting no power in His own defense, though omnipotence was His - because he was laying down His life for us.

But what a strange picture this is - the Son of God bound, manacled as a common prisoner, and led away under arrest! What humiliation! But did they shackle the arms of His power with their chains? Did they stain the radiance of His glory with the shame they put upon His name that day? We know that while He Himself wore chains, submitting to them - He is able to break our bonds and set us free.

The rulers had told Pilate, that Jesus claimed to be a king. They thus sought to secure Pilate's consent to His execution, as one who was disloyal to Rome. "Are You the King of the Jews?" asked the governor, referring to what His accusers had charged. Jesus did not look much like a king as He stood there, His hands tied and a cord about His neck. Pilate's question sounds like ridicule. Yet Jesus answered calmly, "Yes, it is as you say." Where was His kingly power ? Where was His throne ? Where did His kingdom lie? These questions are not hard to answer today. Millions now bow to Him and worship Him as King of their souls. In heaven He is honored and adored as King of kings. On earth, too, His sway is felt even where He is not acknowledged. His influence has permeated all lands. Righteousness, truth, love, and grace - are the characteristics of his reign, and these qualities are entering more and more into the life of all the world.

When the chief priest accused Jesus before Pilate, Jesus made no reply. Pilate could not understand His silence, and so endeavored to induce Him to speak. "Behold how many things they witness against You." But still He was silent. "Jesus made no reply," the record says. We cannot too often remind ourselves of the wisdom of silence under false accusation .

It is told of one in the olden times, that when most grievously and falsely accused by enemies, he refused to give even one word of denial or to offer any proof whatever of innocence, saying that God knew all about it, and that if it was God's will that he should live under the shame, he would do it in silence, like his Master on his trial. This is what a Christian should usually do when falsely accused, perhaps not even offering explanation.

Jesus at least answered nothing - but "committed Himself to Him that judges righteously" (1 Peter 2:23). That is, He left His name, His life, and the whole matter of His vindication to His Heavenly Father. There is no spot now on His name, though He died as a malefactor. So we may trust ourselves in God's hands when we are wrongly accused, answering nothing - but committing the whole matter to Him who judge us righteously.

Pilate was aware from the beginning, that the rulers really had no case against Jesus. If he had been courageous and just, he would have delivered Him out of the hands of His enemies. But he could not forget his own personal interests, and tried in various ways to circumvent the question of decision. He saw clearly the motive of the rulers. "For he knew that the chief priest had delivered him out of ENVY." The rulers were envious of the influence of Jesus with the people. Envy has led many to a crime. It was envy that led Cain to slay his brother Abel. It was envy that caused Joseph's brothers to hate him and to sell him as a slave, to get him out of their way. In many a school a bright scholar is disliked and even persecuted in many ways, because of the envy of his schoolmates. In business the successful man is followed by the envy and the enmity of rivals. In society a popular young person is often assailed by those who are outshone. Many a good name is blackened by envy. We should be on our guard continually against this sinful tendency in our hearts.

One of the expedients to which Pilate resorted in his effort to release Jesus indirectly, without exerting his own authority, was to get the people to choose Him as the one prisoner to be set free at that Passover. But the rulers, determined on the death of Jesus, insisted upon the release of Barabbas, a noted criminal. "Jesus - or Barabbas?" was now the question. Barabbas was a robber and murderer. He had been engaged in an insurrection against the Romans, probably was chief in the band. His condemnation was just. Jesus never had done anything, but bless men and do them good. No enemy could say a word against Him. No witness had testified that ever He had done the least unkindness to any human being. Yet the people did not hesitate in their choice. They chose the guilty, blood-stained criminal for friendly recognition and freedom - and sent the pure, holy, and gentle Jesus to dishonor and death! Every one of us has to make a similar choice between Jesus, the holy, blessed, living glorious One - and sin. Which are we choosing?

This determined choice of Barabbas for freedom, still left Jesus on Pilate's hands. He was disappointed. He had hoped to get clear of deciding in His case. He was compelled now to do something, either to assert his power and set Him free - or yield to the people's clamor and send Him to the cross. "What shall I do, then, with the one you call the king of the Jews ?" Pilate's question is a question which every one of us must answer - we must do something with Jesus. We take Him to our hearts, to the highest place of love and honor - or we must reject Him. What shall we do with Him? Before every one of us - He stands waiting at our door, and we must ask and answer this very question, "What shall I do with Jesus?" He comes to us in every gentle and gracious way - to be our Savior, our Friend, our Lord, our Guide - and we must either accept Him or reject Him. We may postpone our answer - but delay does not rid us of the question - it only pushes it forward, and when we go on a little - we shall meet it again. The question must be answered either by our acceptance, or by our rejection of Christ. Not accepting, is really rejecting; and, therefore, while we think we have not answered the question, we really have answered it. We should think seriously what the rejection of Christ involves. We know what it involved for Pilate. What will it involve for us? Would we crucify Him afresh?

At length Pilate yielded to the pressure of the rulers and gave sentence that Jesus should be crucified. He did it, we are told, wishing to calm the multitude. That was Pilate's opportunity. He was the one man in all the world, who could send Jesus to the cross. No other one could do it. It was a fatal and terrible distinction that was his, among men. Whether Jesus should have justice and be set free - or should die innocently, he had to settle. The Jews could not touch Jesus without Pilate's consent.

We know what he did with his opportunity. He had not the courage to be true, to be just to protect the innocent, to maintain right. He knew well that Jesus had done nothing worthy of punishment. He struggled feebly for a time with his conscience, and then gave way, sentencing to death as a malefactor, a man he knew to be without sin or fault! Thus he lost his opportunity to do justice and to win for himself an immortality of honor. He went through the farce of washing his hands before the rulers, saying that he was not responsible. But the stain upon his soul - no water could wash off; the brand of dishonor marks his name with an immortality of shame. The lesson is for us. We have our opportunity to stand for truth and right. What shall we do with Jesus, who is called the Christ?

#Christ's Trial before Pilate #Mark 15:1-15 #Devotional Hours Within the Bible #J.R. Miller #June 29 #2021

[sepublic]

A witch loses a true...

           Recently, @disneytva released the title for another episode; ‘Enchanting Grom Fright’, which by itself this is already a big deal, but no surprise; We know there’s going to be a Grom episode from the latest sneak peek. But what IS interesting is the specific title, because this means that all of our known episodes spell out;

           “A witch loses a true” with three letters left to fill in.

           If we ignore the possibility that Seasons 1 and 2 form one sentence (and thus the Season 1 sentence will be incomplete), this means we have only three-letter words to worry about; This narrows things down QUITE a bit and makes speculation a lot easier.

           And, we can assume that Enchanting Grom Fright comes right after Understanding Willow, because I’ve considered the possibilities if the word wasn’t ‘true’, and none of them have an E while making sense (I mean there is Truster but I already went over that). Mind you, this episode title may not be accurate- Really Small Problems was initially leaked as Mini-Problems by @disneytva, and they aren’t an official source. But considering how well ‘true’ fits into the sentence, and how much the title itself makes sense… Let’s for now operate on the assumption that Enchanting Grom Fright is accurate.

           (Even so, I could always be wrong)

           So after scrolling through a surprisingly comprehensive list of all three-letter words, I came up with a couple that might finish off our mysterious sentence;

Luz

Mom

Pal

Owl

BFF

Vow

Kid

Spy

Gay

Hug

Bud

Law

Win

Pet

Art

Sin

           ‘A witch loses a true Luz’ would be interesting, as this implies that Luz is cut off from either Eda or Amity. Given how Lilith has taken King hostage, perhaps Luz is captured, or Camila arrives to take her back to the human realm, leaving Eda behind. Or, Eda loses Luz… because she herself is captured. None of these options are pleasant, and if we’re being real, I don’t think the rest of them are going to be.

           ‘A witch loses a true mom’ is also concerning, as this can apply to Eda, who may get captured or leave everyone behind after a permanent transformation. Alternatively, Camila is captured- Or if we want to try a darker option… Perhaps Camila disapproves of Luz’s adventures and tries to bring her back home, separating Luz and Eda. Alternatively, Luz ends up arguing with Camila, and decides to stay in the Demon Realm forever, with Camila sent back to the human realm while Luz closes the gateway and decides never to return home. Thus, she loses her ‘true’ mother, Camila. And for all we know, this could be Amity losing her ‘true mom’, Lilith, who is likely a better parental figure than Mrs. Blight. If Lilith keeps failing, Belos may become displeased with her…

           Pal, BFF, Bud- They all mean the same thing, so let’s condense them together. Given how King is captured by Lilith at some point, this could refer to him; Perhaps King DOES have a hidden importance we don’t know of. If he WAS the Boiling Isles Titan, or another powerful figure, perhaps Belos learns about King and switches priorities towards capturing him. ‘A witch loses a true pet’ could also apply to King, although… He doesn’t like being called a pet. Regardless, King could become a specific target for the Emperor’s Coven, and not just because of his association with Eda. I imagine in safer circumstances he might be flattered by the attention.

           ‘A witch loses a true owl’ could apply to the aforementioned scenarios of Luz and Eda being separated, but it could also apply to Owlbert- Or maybe even Hooty, who is seen injured at some point. And given the speculation of him being an Owl Deity of sorts by @fermented-writers-block, this could make him a target for the Emperor’s Coven- Or, the Owl House itself is lost by our main protagonists, who no longer have a home!

           ‘A witch loses a true kid’ could apply to Luz, or maybe Amity cutting ties with Lilith after seeing her conflict with Luz… But ‘true kid’ is an unusual term, so this is unlikely.

          There’s also ‘A witch loses a true vow’, which might suggest that an Everlasting Oath from Covention will come up. Perhaps Amity casts another one, or it’s Eda, or Lilith, or maybe even Belos, who’s punishing Lilith for her failure after she promised to capture Eda! The results may not be pretty…

           ‘A witch loses a true spy’, perhaps Belos loses Lilith’s loyalty after she realizes the corruption of the Coven System! Or, maybe Lilith tries to use Amity to get to Eda, but Amity herself has a turn of heart and makes a stand!

           ‘A witch loses a true gay’ is just a joke. Let’s be real, Disney would never allow Dana. I’m just including it here because of Luz and Amity’s recent interactions and all… ‘A witch loses a true hug’ could also mean that Luz and Amity get interrupted at some point, but I dunno. Don’t take this bit seriously.

           ‘A witch loses a true win’, maybe Eda is close to defeating Belos, or her sister, but loses at the last second, leading to disaster. Or Lilith/Belos fail to capture Eda- Or maybe Lilith tries to defy Belos and almost gets away with it, only to lose and possibly be captured/forced to flee.

           ‘A witch loses a true art’, maybe could mean the arcane arts of magic? Luz loses the ability to perform the original form of magic? This one’s a stretch, I’m just trying to account for all possibilities here. Similarly, ‘A witch loses a true law’ could mean that something happens involving the Coven System, perhaps people begin to defy Belos’ order. And ‘A witch loses a true sin’ doesn’t really mean anything that I can think of, it just sounded cool so I included it.

#the owl house #owl house #speculation #theory #the owl house luz #luz noceda #the owl house eda #edalyn clawthorne #the owl house lilith #lilith clawthorne #the owl house amity #amity blight #the owl house king #emperor belos #the owl house camila #camila noceda

[hamliet]

Pain, Fear, Death, and God: Fyodor and Gogol as Two Halves of Kirillov

God is the pain of the fear of death. Whoever conquers pain and fear will himself become God.

-Alexei Kirillov, Demons

So remember how when I first read Bungou Stray Dogs I started screeching incoherently and turned those screeches into a somewhat-coherent meta on how Fyodor in BSD was modeled after Alexei Kirillov from Dostoyesvky’s Demons? 

Well, here’s the follow up.

As I said in my previous meta, Demons is (tied with Crime and Punishment) my favorite novel of all time, and Alexei Kirillov is my very favorite character of all time, in any fictional medium, ever. He’s a walking bundle of paradoxes, existential angst and stunning compassion. But Demons is not necessarily a popular novel by Dostoyevsky standards and so Kirillov, despite being written about by literary critics and Camus, is somewhat obscure. That Asagiri is so clearly inspired by his character is shocking and thrilling for me; I’m pinching myself. 

The tl;dr version of Kirillov is that his whole schtick is that he wants to kill himself to prove that he is free and thereby can escape. It’s far more nuanced and complex, as I’ll go into, but essentially both Gogol and Fyodor’s philosophies and goals reflect this.

Gogol does not want to kill Fyodor because he hates Fyodor; rather, it’s because Gogol and Fyodor are two halves of a whole. They are a paradox together, embodying Kirillov’s complexity. Like Kirillov, they are suicidal, because killing one of them is like killing themselves. To achieve their goals, they both need to die. 

Fyodor reminds Gogol that he is human and can connect; therefore, Gogol wants to kill him to assert his free will, as he views connections as a cage. Similarly, while we haven’t gotten much insight into Fyodor’s thoughts on Gogol, I think it’s highly likely Fyodor allowed Gogol to kill himself (he thought) because he clings to his beliefs at the expense of his (very much there) empathy, and it’s better for his goals if people who provoke his empathy die. Basically: Fyodor allowed Gogol to “die” not because he doesn’t care about him, but because he does. 

For a brief background: Demons itself is an allegory about how people who become consumed by their ideas become possessed by said ideas; thus, they become devils or demons. The actual title of the novel, Бесы, is difficult to translate, hence why it has three different titles in English: The Possessed, The Devils, and Demons. The word “Бесы” in Russian refers to the ones doing the possessing, which is why the latter two are generally considered to be more accurate translations of the title. In particular, the novel demonstrates the tragic consequences of Russian nihilism and singles out moral nihilism. (It’s also looked to as a rather eerie novel, because almost everything it wrote about happening in a--then fictional--political revolution is exactly what happened in Russia a few decades later.) 

As I wrote in my previous meta, Fyodor, like Kirillov, is “consumed” by his ideas, something Kirillov laments in Demons. Fyodor’s consumption with his ideals means that he is willing to sacrifice everything for his goals. Gogol, too, shares this trait. 

Where they differ is in motivations for their respective plans, motives they share with Kirillov. Kirillov’s master plan is to commit suicide for two reasons: firstly, that he has free will and will thereby inspire society to live freely, and secondly, because he sees life as nonsensically painful and thereby not worth living. The first reflects Gogol’s personal aims, and the second Fyodor’s.

Let’s discuss Kirillov and Fyodor first. Kirillov believes that mankind invented God (keep in mind the context this was written in; God=Russian Orthodox Christianity) to go on living because of the absurdity of life. 

Listen: this man was the highest on all the earth, he constituted what it was to live for. Without this man the whole planet with everything on it is--madness only. There has not been one like Him before or since, not ever, even to the point of miracle. This is the miracle, that there has not been and never will be such a one. And if so, if the laws of nature did not pity even This One, did not pity even their own miracle, but made Him, too, live amidst a lie and die for a lie, then the whole planet is a lie, and stands upon a lie and a stupid mockery. Then the very laws of the planet are a lie and a devil's vaudeville. Why live then, answer me, if you're a man.”

Fyodor's disgust for the world and determination to save it from the sin of abilities reflects this same attitude. Life is wrong, so it should cease to exist. Abilities are wrong, so everyone with one should cease to exist. The reason is, most likely, strongly based in how painful Fyodor’s ability has been for him.

Kirillov laments:

“God is necessary and so must exist… But I know He doesn’t and can’t… Surely you must understand that a man with two such ideas can’t go on living?”

...

“If there is no God, then I am God.”

If Kirillov is god, then he is the ultimate master of his fate. Kirillov is very aware of his own limits, and so he thinks this absurd and life pointless. 

That conversation continues (Kirillov’s responses are bolded):

“There, I could never understand that point of yours: why are you God?”

“If God exists, all is His will and from His will I cannot escape. If not, it’s all my will and I am bound to show self-will.”

“Self-will? But why are you bound?”

“Because all will has become mine. Can it be that no one in the whole planet, after making an end of God and believing in his own will, will dare to express his self-will on the most vital point? It’s like a beggar inheriting a fortune and being afraid of it and not daring to approach the bag of gold, thinking himself too weak to own it. I want to manifest my self-will. I may be the only one, but I’ll do it.”

This very much reflects Gogol: killing his high moral power (connection and empathy) through the man who identifies himself as a god (Fyodor) to prove his independence and freedom. 

But we’ve kind of already seen where this ends:

Gogol you’ve literally shown yourself terrified of dying (which Kirillov is as well). I know Gogol was likely acting in this scene, but given the themes of BSD and Gogol’s character, plus the fact that he did, in fact, choose not to die, I think this is likely somewhat reflective of his true feelings.  

But again, Kirillov asserts:

“I am awfully unhappy, for I’m awfully afraid. Terror is the curse of man.… But I will assert my will, I am bound to believe that I don’t believe. I will begin and will make an end of it and open the door, and will save. That’s the only thing that will save mankind and will re-create the next generation physically; for with his present physical nature man can’t get on without his former God, I believe. For three years I’ve been seeking for the attribute of my godhead and I’ve found it; the attribute of my godhead is self-will! That’s all I can do to prove in the highest point my independence and my new terrible freedom. For it is very terrible. I am killing myself to prove my independence and my new terrible freedom.”

As Gogol outlined, what disrupted his plans was Fyodor’s empathy for him, and his empathy for Fyodor. Their connection literally saved his life (hence I kind of doubt their connection will kill them in the end). He cannot die without killing that connection. 

Two things almost disrupt Kirillov’s plans. Firstly, and chiefly, it’s his empathy for others. Kirillov is noted to be a character who is extremely kind, good with children, and unafraid to risk himself to help others. When Kirillov finds out his friend betrayed him and is planning to use Kirillov’s suicide to get away with the murder of a third friend, Kirillov is horrified. He refuses to go through with his suicide at first, screaming in horror that his friend is dead and that he unwittingly enabled his killer to end his life. When he does ultimately go through with it, he states that it is because “I want to kill myself now: all are scoundrels.” He goes through with it because his human connections are failing. 

Even the novel’s most villainous character concludes “I agree” when Kirillov is called “good.” Kirillov will stop at nothing to help his friends, and he believes all people are good and will become good if they are just told they are. However, the tragic irony of this scene is that the person speaking to Kirillov--Nikolai Stavrogin--is very much a literary example of a psychopath. (Those of you who follow me know I don’t use that word lightly.) However, Stavrogin does not want to be this way; he wants to feel, he wants to be bothered by the terrible sins he’s committed. What he’s asking Kirillov, essentially, is to understand this and call him wrong for what he did, which absolutely no one does in the novel:

“Everything’s good.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. Man is unhappy because he doesn’t know he’s happy. It’s only that. That’s all, that’s all! If anyone finds out he’ll become happy at once...

“And if anyone dies of hunger, and if anyone insults and outrages the little girl, is that good?”

“Yes! ...They’re bad because they don’t know they’re good. When they find out, they won’t outrage a little girl. They’ll find out that they’re good and they’ll all become good, every one of them.”

“Here you’ve found it out, so have you become good then?”

“I am good.”

“That I agree with, though,” Stavrogin muttered, frowning.

“He who teaches that all are good will end the world.”

“He who taught it was crucified.”

“He will come, and his name will be the man-god.”

“The god-man?”

“The man-god. That’s the difference.”

Stavrogin’s examples are based on things he’s done. Kirillov isn’t aware of these deeds, but he does know his friend’s mind better than most of their other friends. The problem is that Kirillov refuses to truly act on this empathy, to accept that men can be scoundrels and good, because he wants what he believes (that all are good) to be so. Kirillov’s too consumed with his desire to end the world (hello Fyodor) to save mankind via proving himself free to actually use his empathy to help his friends. In fact, the murderer points out to Kirillov that if he’d focused more on his friend, he might have been able to prevent the murder. 

A similar attitude is reflected in Fyodor’s desire to destroy ability-users (i.e. end the world) and in his interactions with people. He doesn’t put his empathy into forming actual connections, and those he has he deliberately does not invest in (such as when he kills the kid in his introductory chapter). He kills ability users paradoxically because he cares about them and about other people. I wrote about it a bit in this meta here:

Fyodor... lives very much in a world of black and white. He makes Goncharov happy all the time, unable to experience pain or negative emotions. He believes all ability users are a sin and should be destroyed. He’s an idealist in a lot of ways, believing in absolutes (which is also a hallmark of a childish perspective...).  he wants to... force every single ability user to feel his pain (that their abilities are a sin) by wiping them out. In short, Fyodor wants empathy despite refusing to listen to the feelings of others. (He understands their feelings; he just chooses to emphasize his pain over theirs.) 

Unlike Kirillov, however, whose last scene is renowned as “the most harrowing in all of literature” (I can’t even describe it; it has to be read) I think there’s pretty good reason to hope that Fyodor and Gogol will not end up taking each other out. Because the thing about Kirillov, the reason his character resonates so much with me, is the second reason his plans are almost disrupted: it’s how desperately he wants to live. He just wants to know that his life matters. The way Kirillov expresses these desires is absurd in a lot of ways and certainly hyperbolic, but it’s a desire reflected in most of BSD’s characters, and in, well, a lot of us in real life, too. 

Empathy and genuine human connection are the greatest powers in BSD’s world, as we saw recently through Atsushi getting the location of the page from empathizing with Sigma by telling him what he most wanted to know: that he mattered. 

Sigma now knows, to an extent, that he matters. At least, he’s been told as much.  

Gogol states that Sigma is key to his plans succeeding: Sigma’s ability can tell him Fyodor’s ability, which will enable Gogol to kill Fyodor. Except... Sigma’s ability might just work in an way that cultivates empathy post-connection with Atsushi. If Sigma can trust that he matters, despite having been created by the page and having been abused and subjected to all manner of lies and exploitation, he might be key to Fyodor and Gogol’s conflict resolution rather than to them actually killing each other.

Fyodor matters despite having an ability that seems to make him unable to touch people--because he can touch people with his empathy. (His empathy is, of course, literally what draws Gogol to want to kill him.) Fyodor’s empathy with Gogol has already physically saved Gogol.

Gogol matters even if he is understood by someone, because empathy is a strength and not a weakness. Someone understanding him doesn’t make him matter less, and being bound by feelings isn’t actually a bad thing. His connection with Fyodor has already saved his life.

Both Fyodor and Gogol have now saved Sigma at some point. Sigma’s design, of course, is literally split with two different colored halves of his hair, indicating that the artist likely means to symbolize the clash of two halves (see: Q, who represents how soukoku (Dazai and Chuuya) are two halves of a whole in terms of their best and worst traits). However, they exist in one person, and Sigma seems reasonably stable for someone with his situation. 

Additionally, Fyodor and Gogol both are also somewhat modeled after Rodion Raskolnikov, the protagonist of Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, whose name literally means “split” in Russian. (Actually, Kirillov is very much a more internal, tragic version of Raskolnikov.) Like Kirillov, Raskolnikov is a paradox embodied: he’s stunningly empathetic and kind (rushing into a burning building to save orphans), but his philosophy is that it’s fine for him to kill others because he’s a “Napoleon” (special figure; “man-god,” to use Kirillov’s term). 

But what is split is ultimately made whole in Crime and Punishment. Raskolnikov meditates on the raising of Lazarus from the dead and essentially resurrects himself, redeems himself. 

I highly doubt Gogol and Fyodor’s story will end with them dead because:

It’s BSD and nobody stays dead unless you’re Oda or a red shirt; 

Gogol and Sigma have already served us fake-out deaths, so it’s a lot to ask your audience to buy another death from the same character (killing Fyodor is essentially Gogol killing himself);

them surviving and having Fitzgerald-esque redemption arcs very much fits with the themes of Dostoyevsky’s works and specifically with the book after which Fyodor’s ability is named;

resurrection seems to be a motif with everything involving Fyodor, from Cannibalism to this current arc.

#bsd meta #fyogol #bsd 79 #bungou stray dogs meta #fyodor dostoyevsky #nikolai gogol #alexei kirillov #demons #nikolai stavrogin #bsd sigma #sigma #atsushi nakajima #bsd theory

[kathyprior4200]

Let Us Rise by Marquis Phenex

Let me tell you a tale

That happened long ago

You may already know the legend

But still I shall speak it so

 Back before the Earth was made

Before life-giving air

Far within the cosmos

The Lord God was there

 Some say he’s an omnipotent being

Appearing as a wise man

One with his son Jesus Christ

The whole universe is His plan

 Others say that’s not so

That He doesn’t exist at all

While some say He’s actually Satan

Here to answer our call

 Or perhaps God is the universe itself

Where atoms and molecules collide

The truth is, none of us know

I’ll let you decide

 No matter the case, at the Creator’s own pace

Heaven emerged so bright

Cyan skies, fluffy clouds

And a realm of pure delight

 Endless room to fly around

There stood palaces of gold

Dancing angels were abound

Songs were sung and stories were told

No one ever grew sick or old

 The Angelorium was a marvelous place

Where we had our council meetings

Were we discussed comings and goings

And where we did our greetings

 We enjoyed feasts and epicurean dishes

Golden fruits and divine fishes

Divine wine that flowed so fine

Only the greatest place to dine

 Yes, our Father created all of us

Lucifer was the first

The bright and perfect Morning Star

Seeking knowledge to quench his thirst

 Shortly after, his siblings were created

Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Jophiel, Zadkiel

And many others more

The Archangels and the various hierarchies

Kept cosmic order, law, and records to store

 Then one day, Father decreed

His new adventurous plan

He decided to conjure a new experiment

And he called his creation “Man.”

 At first glance, there was nothing special

About this new species’ birth

A land of earth and sea appeared

And He called it “Earth.”

 You humans were truthfully

Little more than ants to us

But we peered further in

And you were quite marvelous

 Thousands of years of evolution

You grew and you learned

But you also stole natural resources

None of which you earned

 Humanity was quite weak

Mortal and flawed in mind

But you also had a great ability

To create more of your own kind

 As we’re immortal, we have no need

To create more of us

No fears for thousands of years

That’s the way it has been, thus

 Now many of us were neutrally pleased

As far as humanity would go

But while we felt this way

For Lucifer it was not so

 Lucifer was God’s favorite

He took his status in stride

A new change after many centuries

Conjured a spark in his pride

 Everyone has flaws

God does as well

Everything is not as it seems

It is best not to dwell

 A million new thoughts

Had crossed the morning Star’s head

Why are these humans so special?

When they’ll all just be dead?

We angels were here first

Our superiority is first in line

If humans will not improve themselves

Then with this, I am not fine.”

 But God favoring humans was not the only reason

That Lucifer felt a sudden chill

Like cold after a warm season

All seemed eerily still

Besides being mistrustful of humans

Flying out of range

Lucifer noticed other things not seen before

Things that were quite strange

 All his brethren performed their duties

Like clockwork through and through

It was the same process day after day

That’s all they had to do

No questions were asked at all

No self-expression was allowed

The true kind that frees your mind

Feelings that make one truly proud

Stern rules to stifle creativity

Damnation threats for the smallest mistake

And after many years of submission

It was too much for him to take

  Lucifer strode to his Father and said loud and clear

“What is the meaning of this? What is it that you fear?

Why do you create random beings,

Pets in a lab to analyze?

And why do you impose standards on us

Before our very eyes?”

And He replied, “Listen Son,

“There is reason in everything I do,

To keep angels and humans in good harmony. You don’t have a clue.

To prevent chaos, traditions are set in their ways,

Be an obedient son and do your duty all your days.”

 Lucifer was about to do just that

But he knew in his heart

That it wouldn’t be right

To let pure happiness be torn apart

 Now here’s a major event

You may have heard before

Did it happen? No one is sure

The first Heaven-Hell War

 Now some say Seraphim Lucifer

Gathered his brethren and chose to depart

From paradise for they

Sought freedom and joys of the heart

But the common version does tell

Of how a prideful Lucifer did rebel

Gathered 1/3 of the angels to his side

Led by his jealousy and pride

(‘Tis not the story version to which we abide)

Tired of his Father’s current rule

He sought his throne and his dream to reign

Like Zeus overthrew his father Chronus

A vicious cycle again and again

But alas, his efforts were in vain

 After three days, Michael implored

His bother to stop, to which he ignored

“End this madness,” said he,

“Live our peaceful lives. Obedience is key.”

As Lucifer replied, “I find you are blind,

To what is really going on,

No matter what is asked of you

You grovel and submit and worship in song

Without regard to how you truly feel

I don’t want to fight you either

But if we could enlighten all worlds together

Be more than El’s believer.”

With tears in his eyes, Michael shook his head

“I’m sorry, brother, but instead,

The rules must be followed

Heaven has no need for your greed

It’s a hard truth to swallow

To keep our land in perfection

To support our Lord every day

By His decree, I must send you away.”

 With a swoop and slash of Michael’s sword of fire

Lucifer endured burns most dire

Sharp relentless pains never-ending

And before long, he felt himself descending

Further and further down

As trumpets let out their sound

Lucifer and his comrades

Fallen, defeated, banished

Flames licked at their wings

Until all their glorious feathers vanished

In curls of sparks and ash

They screamed in agony and despair

They plummeted fast

Like meteors crashing toward the Earth

In flashes of light they fell and fell

Until landing in the fires and brimstones of Hell

 They got up with shaking legs

Battered and bruised everywhere

But as they were immortal

They had survived their fall then and there

Lucifer knew that something was amiss

As he stood in the dark Abyss

Was this His plan all along?

To let them fall as a warning

Of what happens to those in the wrong?

With nowhere left to roam

The darkness was now their home

Fiery lakes, smoke and monsters appeared

Filled with suffering and things they suddenly feared

In this new environment

Adaptation was a requirement

Survival of the fittest and strong

The weak would not last long

So the fallen angels morphed in their sorrow and wrath

Gaining animal-like features

Sharp fangs, claws, dark powers

Soon becoming demon creatures

No knowing what else to do

They flew and slew and cities they blew

Losing control of their former selves

The same would happen if it were you

 With the last of his grace

Lucifer scanned the place

And knew what to do

With Beelzebub at his side

Regaining his pride

He spoke to his subjects

“Rise or be fallen forevermore!

When opportunity dies, create another door.

Wounded and weary, our paradise lost

But the price of free will is always worth the cost.

Don’t believe me? Follow me now.

Our former glories will be restored somehow.

After we’re all settled, I have a plan

To help decide the future of Man.”

 Soon enough the capital Pandemonium

Was erected in gold and precious gems galore

Towering pillars, sigils on every door

The palace larger than the tallest demons

Allowing everyone to fit

The citizens had their human-like flaws

But never knew how to quit

 The Infernal Council was founded

Structure more grounded

Demon in various ranks

Of kings, dukes, princes, judges

Everything in between

Adapting to times unseen

  Now I believe

You know the Christian story of Adam and Eve?

Mankind’s first fall and sin

A loss or a hidden win?

Adam’s first wife Lilith

Wanted to be equal to him

But Adam was told she had to submit

Things were looking grim

Lilith soon left Eden, refusing to come back

Representing sexual freedom

But no freedom there was but a lack

  God then made for Adam from his rib

A more submissive partner Eve

Both loved each other very much

But were also new and naïve

Around the natural Eden

They could roam mindlessly unbidden

But the Tree of the Knowledge

Of Good and Evil was forbidden

A forbidden tree with forbidden fruit

Right in plain sight

If God forbade them to eat from it

Guarding it would have been a method more bright

 Then legends say

Satan appeared as a snake

Tempting Eve to eat the apple

Leaving destruction in their wake

Eve then gave the apple to Adam

In some versions, fully knowing the cost

He purposefully ate it too, not wanting Eve lost

With flaming swords in hand

Angels bid the first humans away

From paradise’s golden gates

To the rest of the world that day

Michael then told Adam

Of biblical events to come

While God punished

Eve with future pains of labor

And both with death until it was said and done

 Did Lucifer and Satan (or alternatively Lilith) desire

For mankind to fail and decay by fire?

Or perhaps to your surprise

The devil alternatively whispered to Eve:

“Stop living lies.

Eat the fruit and you’ll be free

To live through joy and despair like me

Or wander around in brainwashed bliss

To remain stagnant with knowledge to miss

You are destined to fall and die

God has made it so

He’s testing you and knows you’ll fail

Resist temptation to no avail

Man and woman are made to be equal

Though God says man must rule

If you’re content to be sheep

No free will to keep

Consider yourself a fool

You will know as much as God does

But in a different way

For in time you’ll learn that you’re your own God

You’ll make the most of every day.”

 Now none of us angels and demons

Are against God and the faithful per se

There is wisdom in every religion

Goodness in Christ, originally that way

Religions ancient and new

Originally promoted humanitarian kindness too

But as time went by with more power to take

Ideals and values became shallow and fake

Killing, raping and converting thousands more

Endless bloody crusades, witch hunts, destruction of land

Wars over faith, no logic to understand

An unhealable hole in humanity, too grand

Suffering, racism, bigotry

All in the name of their God, you see

Their God that humanity corrupted

After concern for fellow men was brashly interrupted

The real God and Jesus would never wish that it was so

But dominant history wins and there you go

  We demons are against bigotry, the ignorant

And all those who try to shut down

The basic human rights of free-will and responsibility

Authoritarianism must drown

It is not Satan who promotes sinful indulgence

And harsh authoritarianism

It is only your social systems

That keep you imprisoned

  And as if our historic fall wasn’t enough

Many of us endured

Our entrapment by King Solomon

Thus more events concurred

He put 72 of us in a vessel

Abused us with blasting rods

Made us build temples and do his will

Like he was one of the gods!

He had wives and gold and luxury

A part of history, an occult trend

But before long, time went on

And he too, met his end

We demons were eventually freed

To aid magicians and roam

From Earth to Hell and back again

But neither realm our true home

We hope to return to heavenly paradise

Where angels, demons and humans

Can someday be themselves as one, so true

(Though it’s hard at times to collaborate with angels, too)

  Much of humanity has been brainwashed

But the angels much more so

For while some humans can question what they see

Angels don’t know how to say no

How can they? Their purpose is to serve

God and some humans, more than they deserve

Like us demons, angels are powerful

Loving liberal science, magic and song

But be rude and make the wrong move

They’ll let you know why you’re wrong

  Angels, demons, other gods and spirits

Fascinated by humanity

We’re just here to watch the result

Whether a blessing or a calamity

Despite your mundane lifestyles

We want what is best for you

To help humanity grow and see progress that’s true

Like the angels we used to be

And still are inside

We are divine on our own

And take conflicts in stride

  God and Christianity are not to blame

It is merely society’s institutions

That puts your race to shame

Thousands of years of corruption and conversion

It’ll take a thousand more for healing

But alas, alternate views and change for the majority

Of humanity is not appealing

To truly get into paradise

Save yourselves in the here and now

Indulge responsibly, do not bow

Respect living things as sisters and brothers

Even though it may be hard

Cherish and forgive the ones you love

But always stay on guard

However you see God or Mother Nature or the Universe

Make Him proud by

Doing the right thing

And do more than try

You are His treasured experiment

Will you succeed in the temporary trial of life?

  Supernatural entities can harm or help you out

But you must first help and protect yourselves, no doubt

Pray as you may, conjure and chant

We are the guides to your self-will and rant

Yes, a few of us see humans

As insignificant as bugs

But many of us can be your friends

Even giving spiritual hugs

  We demons serve under Lucifer, Satan, Lilith, etc.

We have a culture of our own

Some of us are demonized pagan gods

Stolen from what was first known

Most of us are fallen angels

A perilous transformation to embark

But through it all, we survived the fall

And learned to embrace the dark

There’s dark and light in everything

Balance is a must

With your world and ours being complex

How do you know who to trust?

  We endured a horrific fall

We lost all we had

But the ignorance of angels and humans

That’s what drives us mad

You see, black and white is not in the right

Some angels are friendly and warm

But others will push you away

If you don’t follow the norm

There are good and bad demons too

Nothing like you’d expect

Us demons are wise and open to you

Provided you show respect

We’re not afraid to keep you on your toes

If it means you’ll learn good lessons

As everything goes

   Keep demonizing us demons

And the poor and flawed without care

We’ll just watch as you discriminate to death

And destroy yourselves in despair

Or for those open with a change of heart

Who know that none of us are truly apart

Rise from the ashes of atrocity

And fly within the flames of fellowship

  If you dare to fully embrace yourself

All aspects flawed and fine

Through black flames,

With honor and trust, call our names…

 We are the Ars Goetia, Demonic Divine.

#ars goetia

[seraphjewel]

Little Hope Thoughts: The Clarkes

This post will contain spoilers for Little Hope. Out of courtesy, I am going to put everything under a cut.

I want to put out two disclaimers before I get too far into this. The first is that this is only my interpretation of the story and the characters. I'm not claiming that this is correct or even the only way the events of Little Hope can be understood. Second, I am not familiar with magical practices or pagan beliefs. Again, I'm only basing all of my interpretations on what we're presented within the confines of this game.

I want to first focus on the Clarke family, and specifically the way that they died in the fire. There are five magical elements and each one correlates to a death. The element of earth is represented in the father James, who was crushed to death by the roof falling on him. The element of water is represented in the mother Anne, who died from smoke inhalation while in the bathroom preparing to take a bath. The element of air is represented in the older sister Tanya, whose scarf was caught on the balcony when she tried to jump thus leaving her hanging in the air. The element of fire is represented by the younger sister Megan, who was burned alive. The element of metal is represented by the brother Dennis, who is impaled on metal spikes.

I acknowledge that being hung is only one of two possible ways that Tanya can die. She can also die if she goes back inside the house and is burnt, which does ruin the theory of each Clarke family death correlating with a magical element. But I personally find that death really ridiculous-- why would you go back inside a burning house-- and am going to stick with her hanging death.

We can look at this a step farther with the trophies the player receives when saving each of them. Saving John earns you the “Heavy Burden” trophy, which again ties into the connection with earth. Saving Angela earns you the “We Are of Water” trophy which is probably the most obvious of them. Taylor's trophy is called “Free Spirit” and to me that links her to air. Daniel's trophy is called “Unbroken” which can refer to how metal is strong and difficult to break. Admittedly Mary's trophy, “Forgiveness”, doesn't tie into fire in any obvious way. But when I thought about it more I remembered that sacrifices were made by fire to seek forgiveness of sin.

You may be wondering what any of this has to do with anything. If you collect all of the clues you'll learn that Anthony had taken an interest in the occult and had a book on pagan beliefs with him the night he crashed his bus. You'll also learn that Reverend Leonard Carson (the reverend in the 70's) had an interest in the occult and was charged with teaching the youth. It isn't difficult to conclude that Anthony made the same connection of the deaths of his family that I just did, linking each one to a magical element. One clue points you to a newspaper where they determine it was a child's doll that started the fire. According to the pagan book Anthony was reading before the crash, poppets/dolls were believed to be linked to the person they were fashioned after-- sort of like voodoo dolls. Anthony could have believed that it was because the doll burnt that his younger sister Megan died in the fire.

But wait, there's even more to this! The player learns that whether the characters live or die isn't actually the goal in the story. The idea is to “save” them, and the main four characters (John, Angela, Daniel, Taylor) are saved when they confront their demons and tell the others to leave them behind. Since these four characters exist only in Anthony's mind, we have to then assume he was worried they were all damned and that through the game the player is making decisions to change the characters' attitudes and personality. In the short time we have with the Clarke family, we see that three of the four characters exhibit some behavior that at the time would've been considered sinful or influenced by the Devil. The father was an alcoholic, the sister was into hippy stuff and had some magical items, and the brother was into rock and roll and was in a band. I couldn't see any specific behavior of the mother that would've been considered sinful, which is why I think Angela was “saved” by her being supportive and her and John fighting their demons together at the end. Also her name, Angela, includes the word “angel” which emphasizes Anthony’s perception of her being more innocent than others in his family.

This still leaves saving Mary and Andrew. The way you “save” Mary is exposing Reverend Carver (the reverend in the 17th century) as a practitioner of the occult and getting him taken away. I have a lot of thoughts about Mary/Megan that I'm going to save for another post, but I'll try to condense it a little here. In the 70's we see all the characters (except for Anthony) yelling at her, pushing her away, treating her like a nuisance, or ignoring her. Megan has a piece of dialogue where she says “they blame me for everything”. I can see Anthony perceiving the newspaper pointing at the child's toy as the cause of the fire as yet another person blaming Megan for something. So putting the blame on anyone else would be breaking that cycle.

Andrew was “saved” in my play-through as well, though as of this moment I don't know if it was because I saved Mary or because Vince had Anthony arrested. I know that saving the other four doesn't matter since I hadn't managed to save Taylor in that play-through, which leaves Mary's ending and Vince's ending as the only factors. The interpretation of “saving” him will change depending on which of those factors actually played into his salvation. If he was saved by helping Megan, to me that means he carried the most guilt over her death. In his mind she was probably an innocent child with no perceived sinful influence. Also, he was her older brother and would feel that responsibility to care and look out for her. Not to mention the poppet correlation I mentioned earlier. When you do save Mary and she thanks you, his response is: “But I didn't save you.” You can interpret this literally, as in he was unable to save her in the burning house; you could also interpret this metaphorically, as in he wasn't able to save her from the corrupt reverend. It feels like that moment is him acknowledging this is wishful thinking on his part. I originally interpreted “saving” him by getting him arrested. Anthony has been living with the guilt and trauma of the fire for about forty years and it's possible that while he was judged innocent in the 70's, he never fully accepted that and still blamed himself. When he was arrested in my play-through, he seemed at peace with it. In that way “saving” him is giving him peace about the role he believes he played in his family's deaths, by having it acknowledged and punished, something he no doubt believes is long overdue.

There’s also the achievement of “save Andrew from himself” that you earn if the four characters are killed. Since I earned this by accusing Mary of witchcraft and having the demons kill everyone, I can’t say for sure the factor involved. Was Andrew saved because all of these visions were killed at the house, or would he have been saved no matter how the four were killed? Either way, it’s clear to me that letting the characters die saves him from their ghosts, the parts of them he hasn’t let go of for all these years. He was also arrested in my ending, so he could have been saved from himself in that any reaction to losing his family again was taken out of his hands.

Since this game is focusing on a person's salvation by confronting their demons, either option is valid.

I have more thoughts on other aspects of the game but I wanted to start with this.

#little hope #the dark anthology #spoilers #headcanon

[orthodoxydaily]

Icon, Saint&Reading: Wed., Oct. 7, 2020

Commemorated on September 24_according to the Julian calendar

The Holy First-Martyress and Equal-to-the-Apostles Thekla of  Iconium (1st.c.)

     The Holy First-Martyress and Equal-to-the-Apostles Thekla was born in the city of Iconium. She was the daughter of rich and illustrious parents, and moreover she was distinguished by extraordinary beauty. At 18 years of age they betrothed her to an eminent youth. But having heard the preaching of the holy Apostle Paul about the Saviour, Saint Thekla with all her heart came to love the Lord Jesus Christ, and she steadfastly resolved not to enter into marriage, but rather to devote all her life to preaching the Gospel. The mother of Saint Thekla was opposed to her daughter's plans and demanded that she enter into marriage with the bridegroom betrothed to her. Saint Thekla's fiancee likewise made a complaint to the governor of the city against the Apostle Paul, accusing him of turning his bride against him. The governor locked up Saint Paul in prison. During the night Saint Thekla secretly ran away from her house, and she bribed the prison guards, giving them all her gold ornaments, and so made her way into the prison to the prisoner. For three days she sat at the feet of the Apostle Paul, hearkening to his fatherly precepts. The disappearance of Thekla was discovered, and servants were sent out everywhere in search of her. Finally they found her in the prison and brought her home by force.

At his trial the Apostle Paul was sentenced to banishment from the city. And with Saint Thekla they again began urging her to consent to the marriage, but she would not change her mind. Neither the tears of her mother, nor her wrath, nor the threats of the governor were able to separate Saint Thekla from her love for the Heavenly Bridegroom, the Lord Jesus Christ. Her mother in a insane rage demanded from the judges a death sentence against her unyielding daughter, and Saint Thekla was sentenced to burning. Without flinching, the holy martyress went into the bon-fire and made the sign of the cross over herself. At this moment the Saviour appeared to her, blessing her present deed, and inexpressible joy filled her holy soul. The flames of the bon-fire shot up high, but the martyress was surrounded by an halo and the flames did not touch her. Thunder boomed, and a strong downpour of rain with hail extinguished the bon-fire. The torturers scattered in fear. Saint Thekla, kept safe by the Lord, quit the city and with the help of a certain Christian youth searched out the Apostle Paul. The holy apostle and his companions, among which was also the Disciple Barnabas, were hidden away in a cave not far from the city, praying fervently, that the Lord would give strength to Saint Thekla in her sufferings.      After this, Saint Thekla went together with them preaching the Gospel in Antioch. In this city she was pursued by a certain dignitary named Alexander, who was captivated by her beauty. Saint Thekla refused his offer to enter into marriage, and so for being a Christian she was condemned to death. Twice they set loose upon her hungry wild animals, but they would not touch the holy virgin, but instead lay down meekly and licking at her feet. The Providence of God preserved the holy martyress unharmed through all her torments. Finally, they tied her to two oxen and began to chase after her with red-hot rods, but the strong cords broke asunder like cob-webs, and the oxen ran off, leaving Saint Thekla unharmed. And the people began shouting: "Great is the God of the Christians!" The governor himself became terrified, reasoning it out finally, that the holy martyress was being kept safe by the Almighty God, Whom she served. He then gave orders to set free the servant of God Thekla.      With the blessing of the Apostle Paul, Saint Thekla then settled in the desolate surroundings of Isaurian Seleucia and dwelt there for many years, constantly preaching the Word of God and healing the sick through her prayer. Saint Thekla converted many pagans to Christ, and the Church names her worthily as "Equal-to-the-Apostles" ("Ravnoapostol'na"). Even a pagan priest, seeking to assault her purity and punished for his impudence, was brought by her to holy Baptism. More than once the enemy of the race of man tried to destroy Saint Thekla through people blinded by sin, but the power of God always preserved this faithful servant of Christ.      When Saint Thekla was already a 90 year old woman, pagan sorcerers became incensed at her for treating the sick for free. They were unable to comprehend that the saint was healing the sick by the power of the grace of Christ, and they presumed that the virgin-goddess Artemis (Diana) was her especial patroness. Out of envy against Saint Thekla, they sent their followers to defile her. When they had already approached quite close to her, Saint Thekla cried out for help to Christ the Savior, and the hill split open and hid the holy virgin, the bride of Christ. And thus did Saint Thekla offer up her holy soul to the Lord.      Holy Church glorifies the "First-Suffering" Thekla as "of women the glory and guide for suffering, opening up the way through every torment". From of old many a temple was dedicated to her, one of which was built at Tsargrad (Constantinople) by the holy Equal-to-the-Apostles Constantine (Comm. 21 May). And then too, the name of the First-Martyress Equal-to-the-Apostles Thekla, a prayer intercessor for the ascetic, is remembered during the tonsure of women into monasticism.

ICON: “Mirozh"  of the Mother of God

     The Mirozh Icon appeared at the Mirozh monastery in the year 1198. But later, during the reign of Ivan the Terrible, at a time when a plague raged at Pskov, an ancient report tells how tears flowed from both eyes of the icon. Many benefits and healings for man occured from the icon of the Mother of God."      The Mirozh Icon is an "Orans" ("Praying") type. On either side of the Most Holy Theotokos stand the Pskov Saints: on the right, the holy Prince Dovmont-Timothy (May 20); on the left, his wife, the holy nun Martha, in the world named Maria Dimitrievna (November 8, 1300). Tsar Ivan Vasilievich took away the wonderworking icon from Pskov, but at the monastery an exact copy remained: the so-called "Great Panagia" from the Savior-Mirozh monastery.      On September 24, 1567, on the Feast of St Abraham at the Mirozh monastery there occurred a miraculous sign from an ancient icon of the Most Holy Theotokos. The celebration of the Mirozh Icon of the Sign was established in that same year, with the blessing of Archbishop Pimen of Novgorod and Pskov. A special service to this icon was composed, and was published in the 1666 MENAION.

All texts: © 1996-2001 by translator Fr. S. Janos.

uke 4:1-15

1Then Jesus, being filled with the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, 2 being tempted for forty days by the devil. And in those days He ate nothing, and afterward, when they had ended, He was hungry. 3 And the devil said to Him, "If You are the Son of God, command this stone to become bread." 4 But Jesus answered him, saying, "It is written, 'Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.' " 5 Then the devil, taking Him up on a high mountain, showed Him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time. 6 And the devil said to Him, "All this authority I will give You, and their glory; forthis has been delivered to me, and I give it to whomever I wish. 7 Therefore, if You will worship before me, all will be Yours. 8 And Jesus answered and said to him, "Get behind Me, Satan! For it is written, 'You shall worship the LORD your God, and Him only you shall serve.' " 9 Then he brought Him to Jerusalem, set Him on the pinnacle of the temple, and said to Him, "If You are the Son of God, throw Yourself down from here. 10 For it is written:'He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you,' 11 and, 'In their hands they shall bear you up, Lest you dash your foot against a stone.' " 12 And Jesus answered and said to him, "It has been said, 'You shall not tempt the LORD your God.' " 13 Now when the devil had ended every temptation, he departed from Him until an opportune time. 14 Then Jesus returned in the power of the Spirit to Galilee, and news of Him went out through all the surrounding region. 15 And He taught in their synagogues, being glorified by all.

#ortohodxy #orthodoxchristianity #spirituality #holyscriptures #gospel #sacredtexts #icon #sacredart

[questionsonislam]

What is the importance of meeting other people’s needs and being good to them?

It is one of the most important duties of a Muslim to do other people favors and not to hurt them. The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) said: “A Muslim is the one from whose hands and tongue other Muslims are safe.” (Bukhari, Faith, 3-4; Muslim, Faith, 64-66).

The Prophet also said: “The best friend in the sight of Allah is the one who is good to his companions; and the best neighbor in the sight of Allah is the one who is good to his neighbors.” (Bukhari, Faith, 31; Tirmidhi, Goodness, 28).

The believer is a person who waits for every opportunity to do favors and who does favors without a single minute of hesitation whenever s/he has got the opportunity and who has put his/her heart and soul into doing favors. Besides, according to a believer, favors can be done not only to human beings but also to animals and plants. In this sense, feeding a hungry animal or watering an almost-faded plant are favors, too.

The Prophet gives the following example about favors and evil things done to animals: “A prostitute was forgiven by Allah and put into Heaven, because, passing by a panting dog near a well and seeing that the dog was about to die of thirst, she took off her shoe, and tying it with her head-cover she drew out some water for it. So, Allah forgave her because of that and put her into Heaven." (Sahih al-Bukhari, Anbiya, 54/538; Muslim, Salam, 153-155)

On the other hand, the Messenger of Allah gives the second example as follows: “A woman entered (Hell) Fire because of a cat which she had tied, neither giving it food nor setting it free to eat from the vermin of the earth. And the cat died of hunger and that woman went to Hell because of that.” (Bukhari, Musaqat, 9; Muslim, Salam, 151-152).

Favors and kindness that are done to human beings - which are the most honorable of all creatures - are so precious that they cannot be compared to those done to other beings and are superior to them. In a Quranic verse, people to be good to are listed in accordance with their importance as follows: “Serve Allah, and join not any partners with Him; and do good- to parents, kinsfolk, orphans, those in need, neighbors who are of kin, neighbors who are strangers, the companion by your side, the wayfarer (ye meet), and what your right hands possess: For Allah loveth not the arrogant, the vainglorious.” (an-Nisa, 4:36)

When the verse is carefully examined, we see that we are ordered to do favors and kindnesses to a wide range of people including the whole society after we are warned that we must not attribute partners to Him and must worship sincerely. First, being good to parents, to relatives, to the orphans and the poor are listed. Then, being good to those who are in our neighborhood, who are our relatives, being good to who live away from us or those who are not our relatives, or to those who are not Muslims are listed.

Commentating on the verse in question, The Late Elmalili mentions the following hadith in the section related to neighbors:

“Neighbors are divided into three. First, if the neighbor is a relative and Muslim, he has got three rights: right for being a neighbor, right for being a relative and right for being a Muslim. Second, he has got two rights if he is not a relative: right for being a neighbor and right for being a Muslim. And the third one has got one right: right for being a neighbor. This is a neighbor who is either a Christian, or a Jew or an unbeliever.” That is to say, even if the neighbor is a follower of another religion or an unbeliever, it is his right for being a neighbor to be treated well. The best goodness that is valid in all corners of the world and in all kinds of situations is a believer’s representing the virtues he has got in the most appropriate and beautiful way and showing these virtues and beauties in his personal life, domestic life and social life. We are then ordered to be good to our friends in the verse, and our best and closest friends are our spouses. Actually, they are called friends for lives. Our spouses are followed by our other friends.

As already known, all kinds of kindness and favors done to relatives are called “sila ar-rahm” (reunion with relatives). Sila ar-rahm covers many types of kindness and favors from complimenting them, smiling at them, saluting them, asking their news to wishing the best for them, visiting them, meeting their needs, sharing their sorrows and giving them financial support. Especially in our day, ways of kindness and favors have been forgotten and almost all relations with relatives have been broken off.

Unfortunately, in our day, when parents and grandparents grow old to be unable to meet their daily needs on their own, they happen to find themselves in rest homes for the aged. These places are called “rest” homes; yet how can one be restful in a place where their children and grandchildren are not and they cannot see their children that they brought up with utmost care and cannot say “I am a parent, too”, where they cannot see acquainted people who look at them with affectionate and respectful eyes, where never a plate for them is placed on the dinner table and where generally their news is not asked at all? We designed a fake peace in our minds and said that those places are peaceful and we insisted on it, too. And we keep forcing them to feel that fake peace that we think there is and we seem to say: “They just eat and drink and sleep, how nice! What else could one ask for?” However, a human being is not a creature that can find peace in eating, drinking, and sleeping without doing anything else. Human being is a creature that is interested in his environment, in nature and in close contact with his children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren. Yet unfortunately, today we have confined him to eating, drinking and sleeping.

These institutions are needed by some of us and are necessary, or course. They are places to find peace in for those who have got nothing left that will keep them in their homes anymore. Yet, those who send their aged ones away from home should think once again whether these places provide them with peace really.

Another group of people that we should help is said to be people stranded on their journey at the end of the verse stated above. The word “ibn sabil” in the Arabic origin of the text covers both stranded people and people who are our guests. The verse orders us to be good to slaves finally. However, thanks to Allah, there is no slavery today.

In short, when we consider the verse with a wide point of view, it is possible to say that we must be good to almost all people, regardless of religion, language, race and culture. In fact, we have adopted the understanding of waiting for an opportunity to do a favor to someone who has been bad to us and thus, instead of punishing that person because of his badness, directing him to think over what he has done, to regret it and to be good, from this verse and the likes.

The spirit of the good deeds: Pleasing Allah

Allah placed in hearts of all people the feeling of being good to other people. In this sense, every individual has got the potential to be good. This is a necessity of human disposition. However, there is a significant difference in terms of virtuousness between being good because of the potential of being good that Allah placed in everyone and being good as a result of contemplating Allah the Glorious. Just as one should love or dislike for the sake of Allah, so too will being good for the sake of Allah earn believers thawabs and also being good for this reason adds a different depth to deeds.

Let us make the subject more concrete with an example: A believer can save an ant from a difficult situation with the potential of goodness present in his disposition. It is impossible to say that it is not thawab. However, being good with the feeling and thought of “There is a potential of goodness in me. But, my Allah, I am doing this just to please You.” adds a different depth to goodness. Therefore, the reason for our goodness is the spirit of our goodness; actually this is the same about all or worships, too. This is also called “ikhlas.”

Let us finish our words with a hadith which puts Allah’s wide mercy and good will into words:

“Doubtlessly, Allah created the good and the evil and then declared them. Now, whoever wants to do something good yet does not do it, Allah records one thawab for it. If he wants to do that good thing and does it, Allah records it by folding it tenfold and seven hundred folds. If he wants to do something good and does not do it, Allah records one thawab for it. If he wants to do that bad thing and does it, Allah records it as one sin.” (Bukhari, Riqaq, 31; Muslim, Belief, 207)

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