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Imperfect
 A Whisper from my soul
All things that humans do are all charged to their faults.
God made our mind to control anything and made our heart to balance everything.
But what really lies from that existence depends on one's self.
What you do in your life depends on your strength and courage.
One beginning, different plot, one end; that's the real story of life.
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An Assassin's Prayer
Saturday, July 29, 2006
9:10:00 PM
I have never been to church, But that doesn’t mean I don’t believe. For the longest time, I thought that man were alone in the world. There was no higher power. Yet looking at her, I can see that there is something. A supreme being capable of good matching mortal evils. Lord, would you here the prayer of an assassin? One who takes lives with joy? But is ever plagued with regret? I know not why I morose. If it is for myself or the ones left behind by my deeds. Would you ever think to forgive? You’ve sent down an angel to judge all. She sees not me for all I am. If you do exist, then that would mean that you see all? When I am to die, tonight, tomorrow, years from now, Will you at least grant me to be with her? Or perhaps the assurance that she would be in safe hands, Especially if they are yours? I don’t ask for anything but perhaps a chance. If you cannot give me either at least let your messenger see. I am not going to work against her or your work… |