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The Referee
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The Referee |
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Darkness Member
since 2002-10-17
Posts 202The place just beyond my eyes, where my spirit flies. |
Life is a test? No, it’s a game. I would rather not place my trust, In something so diabolical; The sick and twisted Referee, In the game of life. Convert the people? No, corrupt the people. Dupe them into trusting something they’ve never seen, Felt, Or smelled. If these things are indeed absent, Isn’t existence false? That’s where faith comes in. Reserving yourself to devoutness and worship, Is in my eyes, Wasting your life away, Chasing cheese on a treadmill. To worship something intangible, Is just not in my nature. My middle name is faithless. I believe however, I do believe there is another ride after death. But as for that twisted Referee, I’m not in a big hurry to come before it. For during this life long game, It doesn’t tell some of the players, All of the rules. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssssss) Don't you think that the referee should be put in that penalty box for interference for a change? (sad sigh) If life was a test it certainly would lack colors, this is so well designed out, this has my Hail Mary vote, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Sam, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." Shakira [This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (03-25-2003 11:19 PM).] |
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