"The human body is like a condominium: the thing that keeps you from really enjoying it is the maintenance."
That I had read the book of Gore a long long time ago is real. You see I read to escape even then. And?
The Land of Gore told of a reality that held things together. I did or had not had the visions or reality splits that I am seeing today. One day there is 15 posts, the next 17 physical posts, and 19 the day after.
The significance of course moving through different realities. The actuality is that in some realities they stole ideas, souls, stories, physical material to make a better reality in one path versus the other. Did the one with 19 have a better world or the one with 15 have that much worse of a world and the one at 17 did they hold all three realities together?
That I can not say for sure anymore. I can say those first few days I tried really hard to figure that questions out. That I did not realize that each stole something specific or something their government wanted did not occur to me.
Meaning? Some realities have no Mona Lisa while here the last count is 5 Mona Lisas.. What happened to those four realities that lost their Mona Lisa? Maybe they have some painting or other that makes their culture go out of the middle ages or not. Maybe they are still back or set in time to a period of thought has not taken place. Lets be honest. Writing it makes it so. So someplace some time that has happened. I did not believe it. But it is a truth.
The Book of Gore on the other hand told of an sexual slavery society. Lets be honest I did not purchase the book. I thumbed through it at a second hand bookstore. Where I believe I finished purchase my collection of western books.
125 Louse La More which is spelled in this reality Louis LÁmour. Wild. Anyway. That story spoke of reality stealing to extreme. I did not believe it. Just like I did not believe an Evil Disney existed. But in truth both do and both do not these days. It is a formula. distance, time, and speed. I did not realize that time travel could fix and destroy realities so often that it is not funny to imagine what heaven or hell is really like.
The Great Outdoors.
home of the big foot.
evergreen aliens creeping out of the forest.
Great snakes or dragons or lizards if one prefers
reality creatures of the living earth
a live animal
Outdoors the bugs will eat you alive
under the stars
time holds still awaiting the howl of the wolves
Daylight comes bringing more animals
open your eyes to the creepy living things
open your heart to the soft creature things
reality life is creepy at times
scary is what life is made out of at times
The Great Outdoors.
home of the big foot.
evergreen aliens creeping out of the forest.
Great snakes or dragons or lizards if one prefers
reality creatures of the living earth
a live animal
Outdoors, the bugs will eat you alive
under the stars
time holds still awaiting the howl of the wolves
Daylight comes bringing more animals
open your eyes to the creepy living things
open your heart to the soft creature things
reality life is creepy at times
scary is what life is made out of at times
An invisible thread connects those who will meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break. There once was a dragon, which lived in a cave. A shape sifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem, of course, was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. She was only over 13 inches and when a dragon was that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault for calling a dragon a lizard, you would know. As for her large cave, it was more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem, of course, is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels, diamonds and such. That was where Ender, the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used bookstore and being well rum-ed up by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of “Dragon” Ender, the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon. Upon landing from the Black Skimmer Ender set the crew about cleaning and crewing the ship. While he scouted ahead to the dark large cave which was supposed to be in the middle of the island. But to his surprise, he discovered no cave, only what looked like a very large lunch box treasure chest with a hole in it. That day Ender had to chuckle as he saw Liz the fierce dragon of Dragon isle come out of her “cave” She was a lizard, he thought. Then she transformed into the measure lady she was. Wow.. Ender thought of all the places she could sneak into and the wealth to be had. Formulating a new plan Ender went back to his ship to prepare it for a new member of Ender the pirates crew. He instructed his crew to defer to the dragon or lizard and always call her by her formal title, dragonish. He then put together a nice snug room for her cave and had the bear prepare a nice turkey dinner for her, which was part of his plan. Upon the bear’s finishing touches of the turkey of Ender, the pirate went to the Dragon cave’. He called out to the treasure chest lunch box Oh mighty dragon, I have a meal for you’.. The dragon, being a lady, could smell something good and was curious not having many visitors do to the legend of the mighty dragon on Dragon isle. Liz the dragon came out of her cave. She saw what did she see. A mad hatter- no a pirate yes or a mad hatter dressed as a pirate. Liz was a bit taken aback. She thought of him as a wild man, so was curious as to his desire. Ender invited her to dine on a miniature table where he set the whole turkey and stuffing on. She saw this as a great deal and joined him for a conversational tale.
Dragons. People tend to forget their history. In fact, if it was not for my family. Which my family related to Sir Siegfield. Who slayed the dragon at Furth im Wald. Personally I would not know much more than the fantasy books and television programs.
The last dragon killed by a farmer my great some number back grandfather on my father’s side in Bavaria. The tale went that the farmer was brave. And that the dragon had been eating goats, and animals through the forest there. And causing all kinds of confusion. The official battle noted is some German church. There the embellishment went. That Sir Siegfield with a spear in an open field attacked the dragon. The battle went hard for Siegfield. His clothing torn to fragments, and he was bloody and smelly. Fiercely the fight went back and forth with him using a spear, and the dragon was fierce burning down a shed or outbuilding. The fight lasted hours per the biblical scholarly hand copy in high German writing. In the end, my high German Google translator made the fight seem as follows.
Sir Siegfield spear pierced the dragon. While the dragon fire went wide burning a building with beasts in it. That is the short and delightful tale of the conclusion of the last dragon.
What is missing is family lore, and an original journal kept by Sir Siegield’s son?
The family lore was less ferocious. Mr. Siegfield which was a farmer not a fighter nor knight at the time went to find his lost hog. He had with him his hiking stick. Now, his swine had been eating mushrooms. Or something of a quirk in the woodland, and appropriately he went there hoping to find his hog. He found his pigs tracks and walked right to a shed in the middle of the forest. There was this huge lizard thing eating his hog. Being quite mad. Because that was his hog. And not thinking he swung his stick at the dragon that seemingly had a fire going cooking his hog. Now, the humor is rather wild here. The lizard jumped into the fire creating a fire that burnt said, shed down. While on fire, the hog which evidently had not been cut up or slaughtered correctly blew up. Pig shit, went everywhere hitting Mr. Siegfield and making a rather stinker mess.
Now, the lizard also seems to have run straight into Mr. Siegfield’s stick. Right into its eye killing it. That was family lore. Being a somewhat curious child. When I was a child, my great grandfather Christoper opened a journal. That had been in the family and read in German then translating to me this bit.
The offspring of Siegfield notes in his journal. That the resident lord knighted his father for slaying the said dragon. And when old Sir Siegfield confessed that the dragon did not die.
He said the folk lore. It was amended in practically every part except what happened after the dragon had run into his walking stick. Now this part written inthe journal translated from an old German to a kid who did not understand German. The story written down stated that the dragon lost only an eye. However, upon losing an eye the body slumped and out stepped a fairy or person in a body of a human. What transpired there was a thank you kindly. That Mr. Siegfield had taken part in some shape-shifting spell. In which the eye of a dragon needed. To transform all dragons from their lizard likeness to what Mr. Siegfield saw before him. For his help, he received his life. I thought the story book was great and asked for more. My great grandfather past that night and I never got to see that book again.
Now, you would think that was the end of the story. Humor, I am on my own adventure these days. You see I was watching Don Quixote in a play in Bolivia several years ago.
One of the ladies who argues with the main lead lady a fine ballerina, she was good she was a dragon. You could tell she wanted or thought she deserved the lead. I watched her. And there in the middle of, a play exclaimed did you see that. You see, her eyes... Her eyes. Yes, I am sure it was her eyes. They were gold. They held that arrogant look of a woman. And my exclaiming came as her eyelids went both ways. What do you mean? She had two eyelids per eye. One went up and down and when she was self-thinking that people were watching the play not her. Well her eyes had ones that blinked together like in pride. It was the wildest thing. I wrote about her giving greatly details on Cosmofunnel about her along with her name, etc.
Now that blog and computer are all gone. Access denied and funny computer had a hard drive crash with nothing recoverable on it. So, the truth being Sir Siegfield did not kill the last dragon. And they still live among us and those that are traveling often see them. That is my story of the last dragon, Furth im Wald and the family of Siegfield.
If you notice I did not use dragon I used reptile in the title.
There once was a dragon which lived in a cave. Actually, a shape shifter named Liz. She was a beautiful human and wonderful colored dragon. The problem, of course, was size and height of this pretty creature of divinity. She was only over 13 inches and when a dragon is that small... Why sometimes a person is at fault calling a dragon a lizard, you would know. As for her large cave, it was really more of a hole in a treasure box where she kept her treasure. Now one knows that treasure of a dragon is gold. The idea being worth something. The problem, of course, is a small dragon gold coin and such were about as big as her hands. So she collected jewels, diamonds and such. That was where Ender the pirate and crew came in. Being sold a book of maps at a used bookstore and being well drank rum until drunk rum from Chuma rum by the local bar keep. Being told of a fierce dragon and gold hoard on the isle of “Dragon” Ender, the pirate was off to swipe some gold from said pretty little dragon.
So on this fateful day, Ender braved the isle of the dragon. What did he find? A lizard. She was cute. And she could change the like stories into a beautiful lady. The problem was, she was a pixie dragon. A snap dragon. Meaning? She was like the size of a doll. Lovely never the less. She was deeply sad. Evidently the legend of dragons etc. Had left her without a friend or any company for some time. Ender the pirate recently planning on becoming a cook promoted to captain of the Black Skimmer. Devised a plan. He parleyed with the pixie named Liz short for Lizard evidently. Ender called her Bonita. Which cheered her up immediately. Why?
If you knew who or whom Ender or Clint or Clinton or Claw or Talon used to play with, you would realize that he had style. A charm. A way to be who he was letting other be whom they were and well live happily content knowing that each other existed not for a solo purpose of usage. But as a friend. Ender had a dangerous habit. He was a friend. To even the soulless. Which made him something of a person to hang around when drinking, and you want to confess something dark and stupid. Because as a friend, unless you were hurting someone. The past was the past. And his ears had heard so much he worried about reality.
That day Liz confessed why her parents had abandoned her. She was too small. Her father, a dragon of some princely realm, had drank a shrinking potion. Where exactly? Evidently upon hearing the tale it was in Wonderland. Then getting drunk with the Mad Hatter had an affair with a fairy snap dragon. And the thus she was. Small. Ender thinking told Liz a story. To Liz: Which she listened too:
Wonderland? Why, yes, I have been there. It is off the coast of Never-land, a sort of between Oz and Katmandu, however, on the Chinese side, not the Nepal side of the Tibetan hiding place of the garden of paradise near the ocean.
Few people realize that in England with the assumption that Alice was English that small portals or wrap hole or rabbit holes lead to the tunnels that crisscross Europe leading to many places in the world and elsewhere.
Any ways, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson talk with great-great Uncle Richard Francis Burton lead to his rather oddity book about a place that great uncle Burton talked about during the night tea.
Uncle Burton talked about how h and a madman that made hats for a living once fell through a hole following a historical piece stolen by what only he could describe was a fast moving bunny rabbit which he never caught.
The hat maker in one of uncle Burton’s they gave many tales the name of Gregor MacGregor after a discussion that he never was sure his proper name but that how as a hat maker was for sure. The title unofficial or not was part of the real tale told by uncle Burton when he would take a shot of whiskey.
There was this map. Which was the special historical piece which was stolen yes,? The map that could take people’s cross time, space, and supposedly worlds. The mad hatter MacGregor had stumbled upon this map during his conquest of the republic of Poyans.
Just where had the map come from? Who knows, however, uncle Burton told how titling MacGregor pirate or cacique of Poyans had at one time pirated a Spanish ship that had treasures coming from Europe to Venezuela.
One had to ask uncle Burton was he sure that the ship was not coming from South America to Europe. Or why would Spain send treasure to South America? Whiskey tells tales, and you have to verify and wonder about them. No. Uncle Burton was sure that MacGregor had said they bound the ship to Panama City. A catholic cardinal or some chief official carrying books, maps, and to a pirate very little useful spoils to be spent.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. The dream. Or was this the dream? Dreaming is awful sorrowful these days. Watching the end of time. The wheel has spun out of control and watching time spin backwards billions of years people forget. Pray for peace. Anyway, with a twinkle in my eye, I am not there anymore. Humor a map. Yes, yes, that was where this story was supposed to go.
Ender after telling her that story. He had found that map in a bookstore a long time ago. And knew of a potion that would make her big again if she would join the crew. She agreed. Ender however told the tale of how he had joined Pal de Rio in a time different that time: In memory of pirates.. here and there.. On 13 February 1963 Paul del Rio at 19 was the leader of a Venezuelan revolutionary group of the Armed Forces of National Liberation that seized the Venezuelan cargo ship Anzoategui in the Caribbean, to overthrow the president Romulo Betancourt. Involving 25 men we hauled the ship off to Brazilian coast evading both the Venezuelan Navy and the U.S. Navy. That in a library which had kept the diaries of Richard Francis Burton in the maps of where they were going.
Ender drank some more rum giving Liz some to.. Soon, the whole crew Claw, Squirrel, and Raccoon joined in singing with Liz the lizard dragon about their coming adventures.
Somehow all made it aboard the Black Skimmer. With a two extra crew members. A dragon title given a lizard. And a duck.. Now the duck story is told those that remember Ender’s begging of mutiny and why no ducks were aboard the Black Skimmer.. But evidently Ender either had not relived that part of his life or he was in a forgiving mood.
A note in Ender’s journal sword is never enough - the mind is a weapon but like the sword it must be honed and kept sharp— echoes the darkness... as the duck takes the black skimmer closer into nothingness...
So off they went to sail to Wonderland via Never Neverland. So a Shadow boy approaches.
This is speculative poetry about the meaning of life and all that is for the human race
Around six thousand years ago there was a race
Between angels, demons, giants, and the human race
First there was Adam and Lilith which separated the races
Adam first chance did not agree with him at all in this race
Lilith ran away to where she was caught in the Dead Sea
There she was caught and seduced two angels of a different race
From there an agreement of death to some of her race
She agreed to a thousand a day dying each day
She agreed to wonder the earth seducing mankind race
Second wife speculation here was made by the Creator while Adam watched
She was made as grace and beauty she was mother of the fae race
Adam watching her be made rejected her kind of race
I speculate here that she was a pretty race
So Adam felt alone and was the human of his race
The Creator caused him to sleep one day
That day was the fall of the human race
The Creator toke from Adam a rib for his race
A hard and forceful creation for the human race
The Creator crafted Eve for the human race
The Creator did not allow Adam to see how she would create the human race
So Adam and Eve were the start of the human race
Speculative thoughts on the human race
So the two of them were in Heaven to start the race
Both Adam on side of the garden and Eve on the other side of the garden taking care of the place
When Eve’s two guardians left her alone in a guarded place
Now here is a back story seldom discussed about this place
The Son of the creator were angels of that place
If one reads how walled the Garden of Eden was in place
One might see a guarded place
The Creator created an angel so perfect and grand
That the angel challenged the Creator for a grand
The Creator threw down the said Son to this place
Along with a third of his race
There in this new place
The grand angel of Death toke its place
For you see Death is Satan name of a race
There this grand angel devised a ploy to trick Eve of the human race
He beguiled her through use of a serpent race
The serpent had been in charge of this Garden of Eden place
Both Adam and Eve had usurped the serpents place
So a fallen angel worked together with the serpent race
You see the fallen angel could not get into this Garden of Eden place
So he used the serpent to interface with Eve
He made her promise to fed Adam a fruit of that place
He made her think thoughts of evil were good for the place
So Eve toke a fruit from that place
Forced Adam through blasphemy to eat of that place
Now speculative here this was the beginning of the human race
The Creator seeing such a site gave a promise to that race
He would send a Messiah to save that race
For who should ever believe in him would be saved from the race
Now here is some fun about that race
The Messiah for the human race
Some say Jesus Christ saved the human race
His teaching though few still survive in place
Do unto others as you would have done unto yourself in this place
Speculative how is a question of race
Prior to Christ was Abraham of a special race
The Creator was with him for fifty years in a cave place
Abraham’s challenge to Nimrod destroyed the tower of Babel that evil place
From reading it is speculative that the tower reached two miles high in some place
The Lord destroyed a third by fire, the Creator drove the tower down by a third of the place
From that place came a few more interesting speculative races
Some of the people the Creator turned to monkey in places
Some of the people the Creator turned to ghost in places
What a weird dream one has in the end times and places
So questions to frame in this state of mind are places
What has all this got to do with this here tale in place?
I am tired so I will state it in place
Christ Jesus story tells of the pottery questioning the Creators design why have you made me thus
I speculate we are here to be vessels of spirit and soul not lust
We the human races are containers of spirit filled races
Whether demons, spirits of ideals, thoughts one can not trust
We be the containers of such places
The truth is scary when you realize this waking up in the night with such a dream
Makes a person want to scream
Stars and shadows ain't good to see by.
The shadow boy cometh and takes away those lost boys and not silly girls that fall out of their beds and believe in magic. yep, yep, I was there once believing in magic for all good it did me. What a strange and wonderful time it was. I was sstuck in a hospital in the middle of no where which is close to Illimani which is a mountain in some small south American country in the hart of the continent to be exact. There I saw the lighten strike, the mountains crumbled, and well I saw the great hunt with the king of the fae chasing a poor country boy across the tips tops of the mountains. what a weird and wonderful dream that was. I saw the mountain give up a mountain full of dirt and the lightening chasing across a group of fae while chasing the poor boy. What a crazy dream that was... then again was it a drea, or a chi cha hallucination which was possible .. the week after that I was in a different dream which Iw as told that one was true which makes me wonder about drinking and what is real or reality today and gone tomorrow.. humor money is not real folks.. it is all a imaginary item which value is not beholding to anyone but the person that puts a value on it.
I met my first and only fae on a mountain in caracato bolivia one fine day. She was wondering about after chasing a cholita over to the water edge. humor how love and thought can be merged...
The dragon egg was being warmed too the touch. The raven was waiting by the window when a ghost appeared from fae world. The end is near calling or crowing the end is coming near. Watch what you want. Be careful for the world is coming to an end. There are those that believe in seven cycles the Jews, there are those that believe the second woman made for Adam was queen of the fae.. There are those that believe this is the third cycle of life here on earth and it shall recover and start again four more times.. There are those that believe this is the last of the seventh cycle of phase- and there will be a great change to end the cycles.. The raven knows a secret this life is meaningless unless the soul finds the place its energy is suppose to power. For those lucky few that know or suspect what to do.. to tell the tale correctly a warm hot chocolate is needed. The tale is old beyond years untold. But for those creators - it was but a day or specifically 14 or 5 days ago depending on times and ages believed in. There is nothing new under the sun. This is but a life energy equates to something worth spending.. so the question back to the dragon egg what does that have to do with an egg.. or for that matter a beginning of a new age.
The egg was being raised by an elderly man on an isle that as time goes by was known as Dragon isle..but at the time no one really cared so the isle was sort of known as the isle of Tim because well of course the elderly man name was Tom.
So there grew up a rather small lizard, but to Tom he called her dragon and her nest he made from an old pirate treasure chest and filled it with semi precious stones, and let Liz for short bring in some of the most beautiful pearls from the sea nearby which she would get. Of course after being alone for sometime Tom taught Liz english or she taught him to read her mind .
There once was a pirate named Ender. Who roamed the wild seas in search of venture and treasure? He searched with his ship the Black Skimmer which he and his crew loved for the long haul and easy smuggling. The ventures were fierce and the pay was small but to be a pirate was all this crew could want to be. They would sing a song and sail along on the high sea... So there they were about to capture a merchant man ship off the coast of Japan. Silk, pottery, golden objects, when the current started to carry them away from the prize ship. The crew of course of a duck, bear, and Ender could not do much but watch as the prize floated outside their range.
The current swiped the Black Skimmer along the narrow current path through the sea towards the Chinese Sea and out towards the ocean. Ender was singing along and the duck at the helm was quacking for all he was worth. The bear having missed a chance to plunder was into the rum and honey and not thinking much more then that the world was a venture that was weird at times and that honey on the paws is something sweet.
The wind blew the current brought up drowned ships older then times itself. One even looked like a UFO. There were roman vessels; there were Chinese junks, Viking long boats, not just one or two ole 1500 century pirate ships but more then dozen flying the skull and cross bones. Time shift to a similar person but in a different time zone.
This is a simple story of a space battle, such a tale as may be told by a pirate who is no writer to a reader who is no pirate. The morning of Sunday, the seventh of day of June 2013, was bright and cold. The wake up call of the captain was sounded rather late, for the snakes, wearied with long voyage, were to have a day at port in New York City prior to destroying and conquering the planet for their own evil design to end human kind. The snake people were here for revenge and were ahead of the heavenly ship by eight years. Within seven years they will have conquered the world and made the humans their slaves both mentally and physically destroying, murdering, and causing wars that would destroy a full four fifth of the worlds population. The men in black were hopeless in fighting the snakes and the worlds governments had be influenced by the snakes to build their bunkers within the worlds crust which would be nuked to a French fry causing no people to be able to live there. But that day that day prior to Nibils arrival was such a strange day. The snake people dressed as human wondered through New York using their stolen credit cards to buy what they wanted and make the jewelry stores their profit for a lifetime and since they would only live another few days. Well that was their day. AS a pirate this is where I came upon this viewing. Pirates viewing are a bit different from a seer’s viewer or fortune tellers. Ender the Pirate was hoping only for a profit. Now how did a land dwelling pirate end up p in space one might ask and that is the jest of the story The portals to other worlds and realms was opened to him due to his riding the great skimmer into the tidal cycle that wove around earth and ate ships, isle, and whole continents at times. The story goes Ender was about to take the ship little Endeavor from Ms. Churchill off the coast of Japan in 1500s when the tide pulled the skimmer into a slush pill of other ships and tings. The cycle pulled and pushed and the skimmer was pulled out into the ocean from the Chinese Sea within minutes of it being sucked into the tide. There Ender was forced to reconsidered life and chances. The first encounter on the tidal cycle was other survivors looking for food.
Be careful not to hurt people, they can begin to love you less. The pain you cause can chisel their hearts, until there's nothing left."
A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.
Trust is like an eraser: it becomes smaller and smaller with every mistake.
If you ask me if I like your company my answer is YES, However, if you want to know if I can live without you, my answer is YES also.
It is better to be alone. Than being whit someone who makes makes you alone.
The heart does not die when it stops beating; dies when the heart beats no sense.
A wise woman avoids drama she knows her time is precious she doesn’t waste her time on trivial things.
You can never fall in love with someone whom you never laugh whit.
True friends are the ones who have nice things to say about you behind your back.
Hurt me whit the truth but never comfort me whit a lie.
I don’t have time to hate people who hate me, because I’m too busy loving people who love me.
When I love, I love with no limitations but if you betray me I love myself enough to let you go .*
Don’t hurt anyone. It only takes a few seconds to hurt people you love and it can take years to heal.
Fitness is like marriage you can’t cheat on it and expect it work.
A bad attitude is like flat tire you can’t go anywhere until you change it.
One of hardest things to do is letting go not because you want to but because you have to.
A broken promise hurts as much as a lie you don’t just make them believe, you also make them hope.
Life may not be the party we hoped for but while we are here, we might as well dance.
Real couples stay faithful they don’t even think about looking for another because they’re to busy looking for ways to show love to each other.
Never ignore a person that loves you cares you and miss you because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting stars.
Never waste your feelings on someone who doesn’t value them.
A woman’s intuition is more accurate than a man’s certainty.
Is sad to put an end to a chapter of life, but if you don’t, it is impossible to write more stories.
It might not be tonight, tomorrow or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.
Not everyone has the intelligence to conquer another, the wisdom to take care and imagination to love .
a person who is willing to do whatever it takes to put a smile on your face. worth keeping around https://www.facebook.com/clint.flashman/posts/10200506212689538
There was a woman who loved a bear of a man. She was cute and loved to be hugged and squeezed at times. One day the bear of a man just hugged her till she squealed and laughed at the same time. Love was in the air and change to a challenge had been issued from those that did not like laughter or happiness. An evil being trying to change everything into non existence because he was death and the end of everything. The sadness was life at times gives uneventful events that happen to be bad for all those involved. Can a person really live and without love or happiness.
Change to God
Change your ways
God watches to your ways
Change during today
God is here today
Change what you say
God hears what you say
Change your heart to be kind
God’s mercy is kind
Change your heart to love
God’s mercy is love
Change your faith to belief
God sees your actions as belief
Change the end is near
God is near