Reason, give Reason,
for my hands are shaky,
but my head is clear.
And I Dread,
What is it, that I fear?
They shake as if committed treason.
Oh here I beg: give Reason!

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Reason, give Reason,
for my hands are shaky,
but my head is clear.
And I Dread,
What is it, that I fear?
They shake as if committed treason.
Oh here I beg: give Reason!
I've just had the pleasure of eating Ice cream without a waffle and I have to say I've never been so disappointed in my life.
Pain | 1
Stubbing your toe against something is just plain out soul-wrecking.
Writing prompt 2
"Screw you into the deepest part of hell and back to heaven!"
"What did I even do to you?"
Stars: falling / useless thought
The darkness seemed endless, stretching far and deep, bounding near restless.
Still they shone, the treasures up there, drowning in despair and so very lonely.
A glow so soft no one could ever dare touch it in fear of breaking the light.
And in a sea so big we only see a net folded so tightly that the knots seem to be kissing and yet they're not able to even spend some warmth with each other.
Ever burning and falling, falling deep and never ending, never stopping or slowing. falling apart and down-
down-
down.
Awkward situation 1
Saying "Good morning" while smiling at somebody and not getting an answer nor smile back.
Writing prompt 1
Hell decided to use a new way to get the upper-hand in the never ending war, so they build a fake church in a little traditional village. Duo to the negativ energy surrounding the church prayers aren't taken up to God by angles, the demons slowly manipulate the villagers into praying to the king of hell, unbeknownst to them.
Now after heaven noticed that, they try to get the people unto the 'right' path, thus building a second church, the villagers now have to decide; Hells' Church or heavens' Church?
Both have almost the same rules, only that hell offers free coffee to those who come in the early morn to pray and Henry, the 31 year old pastor, is a pretty easy going nice man with a refreshing world view.