Why do i still get shccked by men killing their lovers? I know it happens all the time now but it still shocks me.
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It's really strange. Take this 'Colorado' guy, for example. Everyone thought he was the 'perfect husband' . No one had an ounce of criticism for him, and one day out of the blue he kills his wife and kids, and then goes on national TV to plead for their return.
Sometimes you have to search the forest for trees that don't sway with the wind. Those are the widow makers.
God grant this world insight and discernment. Amen.
Sometimes you have to search the forest for trees that don't sway with the wind. Those are the widow makers.
God grant this world insight and discernment. Amen.
@lightshinesthroughdarkness- Thank you very much for the best answer choice. ☺
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@MartinTheFirst Oh, not to worry! I laughed! I have no problem with it at all. Everyone has tragedy!
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@Emosaur He already did. Satan is the epitome of a "lame duck", but that doesn't mean he can't do what he does best.
OLD SCRATCH
Old scratch walks up and down in this world.
Not some misunderstood romantic tragic figure,
but the father of lies.
Old scratch stands behind the curtain
and raids the caravans loaded down with good intentions
He is the wicked warlord in the horn of Africa.
He is the self serving dictator with ridiculous hair
murdering his family in paranoid fits
while his people eat bark in hungry desperation.
He is dengue ebola, ecoli, the plague..
He is rage and landmines in the soccer fields
He is dysentery and influenza and krokodil.
Old scratch walks to in fro in this land
with infectious breath and violent laughter
He is the womb of grief and lost hope.
twenty thousand crying skeletons
with bloated bellies blinded by thirsty flies
each and every day old scratch ushers them
to the only relief they will ever find.
while another twenty thousand wait in line.
We give it a face, a voice, and a name.
I'm so glad we have old scratch to blame,
otherwise whose fault would all this madness be?
Maybe you, or perhaps me?
puck61
OLD SCRATCH
Old scratch walks up and down in this world.
Not some misunderstood romantic tragic figure,
but the father of lies.
Old scratch stands behind the curtain
and raids the caravans loaded down with good intentions
He is the wicked warlord in the horn of Africa.
He is the self serving dictator with ridiculous hair
murdering his family in paranoid fits
while his people eat bark in hungry desperation.
He is dengue ebola, ecoli, the plague..
He is rage and landmines in the soccer fields
He is dysentery and influenza and krokodil.
Old scratch walks to in fro in this land
with infectious breath and violent laughter
He is the womb of grief and lost hope.
twenty thousand crying skeletons
with bloated bellies blinded by thirsty flies
each and every day old scratch ushers them
to the only relief they will ever find.
while another twenty thousand wait in line.
We give it a face, a voice, and a name.
I'm so glad we have old scratch to blame,
otherwise whose fault would all this madness be?
Maybe you, or perhaps me?
puck61
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