Harvest the field of time With the old man's scythe The narrow path of the chosen one Reaches beyond life I set sails for the ageless winds No fear of dying or a thought of surrender I threaten every barrier on my way I am bound forever with Token of Time Among the humble people Everything is torn apart But I'm blessed with faith And bravely I shall go on Are thou the bringer of hope and joy That I've waited for years I shall fight to restore the moon Wisdoms of time are carved on the sacred wood Do thou possess spiritual powers That would dispel all my fears I shall not die until the seal is broken Token of Time is trusted in the hands of the chosen one

Why does faith hate me so much? Why does life alwas kick me back down with spiked boots when I try to get up from the pit? https://64.media.tumblr.com/302ab9c868e4b48b55a0e2236f153ffa/tumblr_on9rqoZtwb1veydt5o1_400.gif

Here is a video that will restore your faith in humanity. There is too much evil in the world right now, and people need to see some good. Have a wonderful day. :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YXRBftwAgiw

Sunday morning lesson: A guy goes to the supermarket and noticed a very attractive woman waving at him. She says, "Hello." He's rather taken aback because he can't place where he knows her from. So he asks, "Do you know me?", to which she replies, "I think you're the father of one of my kids." Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife. So he asks, "Are you the stripper from the bachelor party that I made love to?" She looks into his eyes and says "No, I'm your son's teacher!" Oooopps.....! Lesson learned: Do not assume anything!

https://youtu.be/EJQcvfpGlVw hail to the faithful.

Yeeeeees Faith is finally released :3 GARY LOVES YOU

Vampyrouss - "Within Conspiring Minds" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal] Lyrics: Secret sects are formed by the power craving kind Fleeing from their failings, finding comfort in denial This benighted growing swarm a cult of the blind leading the blind Flocking into further fantasy converting fools into their tribe… "Bow to the King, kiss the ring Bathe in a deeper meaning And thus become a God, the knowledge sought Was always yours for the taking You behold the truth, that so few knew Watch the layers peeling Follow and you will thrive, become the hive A faithful soldier in the making..." Throne to the wolves The howls of umbrageous obedience Now bowing to a different master Doused in a fresh coat of ignorance Unsustainable These tall tales, mere whispers on the wind Catching plausibility once in a while You start to see the mounting gaps in between You found out how the product is made Assessed the man behind the curtain And now, betrayed, with a reddened face You’re set free still you remain unchanged To save face with those who warned you away Unable to admit that you were deceived Now bound between a rock and a hard place You double down and bite the hand that feeds... ...YOU! Whilst each “revelation” turns to ash The congregation still bow to pray Hoping it wasn’t all completely for nought That the trust was not misplaced Yet even with the torch extinguished The facts seem unbearable to face The swollen sting of being swindled That plummeting fall from grace! Each time logic thwarts them and belittles their assertions This quicksand cult mentality provides perpetual motion The plague of paranoia spreads with no sign of decline Rearing minacious content within conspiring minds... Lyrics & Music by Kazraine Maars. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ugb8m9us6ns

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And it's pressure from all sides Coming down around our ears Stuck in this room without a door Scratched away at the walls for years All we've got to show is the dust on the floor And we've broken our fingers Broken our faith Broken our hearts so many times They can't be broken anymore Scratched away at the walls for years All we've got to show is the dust on the floor And here it comes, a new dark age

Solitude is a faithful friend