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O God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. He saw the words but they didn’t mean anything. They were smothered in panic and fear had ripped sense out of their suffocated remains. He felt his throat tighten as his surroundings dissolved into anxiety; they became alien to him, and he had nothing left to cling to. He could only think of the pins and needles that crept into his hands and feet and the heart that battered his ears and chest with its vicious shifts in tempo. He saw his heart exploding on a loop, whipping blood at his innards; it throbbed with increasing rapidity until in burst and he felt its remnants tickling at his throat. Static seethed in his forehead, swept down his body and trashed his back with cold shivers. The question “what could have triggered it?” rolled into his mind and offered a moment’s refuge from his fixation with cardiac arrest and shrivelling esophaguses. |
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What the blazes - has Xltronic turned into the St Jude's Writing Club? |
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He also logged off after reading this thread |
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oh. |
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Man, have you ever really wondered... Like, why we here? What the meanin' to all of this? [Chorus: Big Boi] Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the dirt (HALL-LE-LU-JAH) Now if you feel that left behind, need to get up and go to church (HALL-LE-LU-JAH) Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh (HALL-LE-LU-JAH) Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh.. (HALL-LE, LU-JAH) [Verse One: Big Boi] Big, slide into the mode, time to drop a load My life is goin downhill like some cardboard in the snow My bank account is froze, and I don't think that I can get out this hole Feels like the figure four leglock Like the jury went away and then they came back deadlocked I can't move, I can't eat, I can't even breathe Can't even buy a decent sack without the stems and the seeds No trees, no P's to ease the stress of everyday livin But homeless people gotta suck it up wherever they livin' The unforgiven or the unwillin', live a life of sinnin' And expect to be as pure as an infant in the beginnin' [Interlude] But what about repentin'? What about the tension? What about you eating dinner in the devil's kitchen? But what about repentin'? What about committing the same sin over and over again and again and again.. [Hook - singers] Why are we here? Huh? Huh? Huh? Please tell me - what are we for? [Verse Two: Big Boi] Life, is nothin but a dream, so peaceful and serene Unless you're bein' evil then you on the devil's team Why perceive what you want to believe But soon you'll have to sow those bad seeds Please, any man can ask, to get a pass or a cleansing of sin to grant another chance Perhaps another glance of the light at the end of the tunnel Talk to the coach and break out the huddle Whatever should you fumble your rebuttal should be subtle 'Cause he who lives in the upper room is never gullible As you survey the syllables and sentences The question that I'm merely tryin' to pose is as simple as me sayin' [Interlude] [Chorus (min |
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[Chorus (minus HALL-LE-LU-JAH singers)] [Hook] [ad libs to the end] because that was so necessary |
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