flour [Theme] Page 7

"It's no true anymore
We don't break up. quite?.."
And the violin answered Yes,
But the heart of the violin was hurt.
Bow understood everything, he calmed down,
And the violin that echo was still holding...
And been agony for them
That people music seemed.

And I'm ready, a hundred times ready to drop
To the feet of the wisest Saint,
Someone explain to me honestly and sensibly
How to understand the divine power?
Love is heaven and torture a human.
Evil defies the rude grace.
After all, there is clearly there is a contradiction,
Well, as it is to comprehend and understand?

Lunar night after all purposely created in order to torment.

No one deserves eternal torment, because neither the man himself nor his acts are not comparable to eternity. And with the eternal flour - even more so.

Mournful, she began their Calvary.

Since the heart is not a prisoner of sorrows of separation,
Impose any meeting targeted hands?
Medicine find from any flour, -
But not from suffering devoid of flour.

Lie still and suffer, suffer and be angry - that's all what you're capable of.

Of flour and tears - it's also life.

She gave me flour love
But I did - the compassion for them.

The priest will not take the blame for any of your actions. You will have to answer not before a vindictive judge, ready to condemn you to hell, nothing like that! - you have to answer only to yourself, and believe me, there is no harsher judge than yourself.

Happiness
There is a sleight of mind and hand.
All awkward souls
For accidents always known.
It's nothing
What a lot of anguish
Bring broken
And false gestures.

Obviously, our world is a place of sorrow and torment, a place where the fool flourishes and the wise are persecuted and hated; a place where men and women torture each other in the name of love; where children are oppressed and tortured in the name of parental duty and education; where the weak in body poison and mutilate in the name of healing and the weak in spirit are subjected to the horrible torture of imprisonment, not for hours but for years in the name of justice. It is a place where people agree on the hard work, just to escape the unbearable boredom of his own pleasure; where works of mercy are happening by the hands of mercenaries for the redemption of the souls of the Libertines and parasites. My religion teaches that there is only one such place of horror and suffering is hell. And, therefore, our earth is hell, and we, as I opened the old Indian, - and perhaps he was sent over to me is open, we are here in order to atone for the sins committed in our previous life.

If something hurts, there is nothing wrong to look for answers.

Yes, in fact, does it really matter how this will end? The only thing that was important to him, as for any living being, is to get rid of unbearable agony.