

To The World's Walking WoundedThere was a time, you almost can recall, your soul was lined with peaceful childhood dreams. But that was long ago, before the pall of cynicism muffled all your screams.To The World's Walking Wounded
So now you're in control. Apart from God, your hurting heart beats under lock and key, where nothing penetrates the grim facade, and nothingness assumes autonomy.
But unattended wounds prolong the pain. Infection feeds upon itself until soulsickness, like a deadly ball and chain, immobilizes hope and cripples will.
"Come home," the Savior calls through blackest night,  
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"They're a joke aren't they? It's just lots of middle class people applauding a bunch of guys who act stupid and write really primitive music. Then people say 'oh it's so honest'" - Thom Yorke sums up Oasis.
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He doesn't know he's killing me
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*The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return*
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