Death! Mysterious, ill-visaged friend of humanity! Why alone of all mortals have you cast me from your sheltering fold? O, for the peace of the grave! the deep silence of the iron-bound tomb!
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"Hallowed are the Ori"
"The Book of Origins. Blessed are the Ori." What is written on the cover of the Book of Origin.
"Truth is the beginning of the Path."
"Blessed are those that deliver us from evil."
"Hallowed are those who walk in unison."
"Sanctus Ori." Translation:
‘There is still much ground to cover. Your truck with the Liathe and your ties to the Faithless. The battle of Augustin and the treachery in Charbourg. The death of the Forever King and the loss of the Grail. But …’ Again, Jean-François cast hateful eyes to the dawn rising through the thin window. ‘Time has caught us for now, I fear.’
‘I told you, vampire.’ Gabriel smiled, his tongue thick with wine. ‘Everything ends.’
Under atheism, justice is an unachievable goal—a mirage in the desert of
life. Since there is no afterlife, any expectation of people being held to
account is futile. Consider Nazi Germany in the 1940s. An innocent Jewish
lady who just saw her husband and children murdered in front of her has no hope for justice when she is waiting for her turn to be cast into the gas
chamber. Although the Nazis were eventually defeated, this justice occurred after her death. Under atheism she is now nothing, just another rearrangement of matter, and you cannot give reprieve to something that is lifeless. Islam, however, gives everyone hope for pure Divine justice. No one will be treated unfairly and everyone shall be taken to account:
“On that Day, people will come forward in separate groups to be shown their deeds: whoever has done an atom’s weight of good will see it, but whoever has done an atom’s weight of evil will see that.”
“God created the heavens and the Earth for a true purpose: to reward each soul according to its deeds. They will not be wronged.”
Sayfa 32
Alas, the sea hath cast me on the rock,
Wash'd me from shore to shore, and left me breath
Nothing to think on but ensuing death.
What I have been I have forgot to know;
But what I am, want teaches me to think on:
A man throng'd up with cold: my veins are chill,
And have no more of life than may suffice
To give my tongue that heat to ask your help;
Which if you shall refuse, when I am dead,
For that I am a man, pray see me buried.
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Is it your soul that is on fire, or are those eyes ablaze?
I don't know how this volcano ignited with such fervent embers.
Does a moth ever conceal itself from the
