The tree of life is growing where the spirit never dies, and the bright light of salvation shines in dark and empty skies.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.
You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.
Abe said, where do you want this killing done? God said, out on highway 61.
It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain't got any friends.
Doesn't expecting the unexpected make the unexpected expected?