Geremia
Geremia
Feb 23, 2016

THE CHOSEN

THE CHOSEN

I never knew this side of life
and I never did doubt the Mercy of Christ.
but then there was the Holocaust
and the World lost its Innocence;
human life is meaningless and blood flows
for the false perception of a greater good,
we are abandoned to the Chaos
of a Godless world, and we are the randomly
chosen who die in the shelter of light.

Gesu’, Ti chiamo; perche’ non mi parli ?

[Richard for Joe] Joe is doing badly--but he keeps on keeping on. Priest will come today. I know Joe, and he will pull out of this one !

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lovedly

you are a strong man
now all know
you will hold on
but do not let go
you are mostly needed
by Neo
we all pray ...

Geremia

the priest came to give me communion. Richard us n ot Catholic and interprerted it as last rites. I am declining--disease has affected lungs-- BUT I AM STILL ALIVE TO DO BATTLE WITH THE BEAST.

THANK you dear frien n d

alidzain

Hang in there, hero. You're never alone.

Alid