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holy spirit: tell YOU a Story Once there w3s a man who lived alone"A Hnd one evenin All m rhy he mode o prayer. I have been Your Servant LORD Az tomato-bird If it is witin Your I lour will And if may be So boldo 2 ask, , Please rant me the V sight o Tsaish and Eziekiel If only for onlq tor a moment Let me be 3 withess t of al the crestures ih Heaven Eorth and Hades, STo the most subime ^ 2 and temjing of Your Creations! bi And God said-And Cod said And God sd nd G od Sald- m sorry tomato-bird ugh Looks like theres nothing here กา At lcast Nothing worth takin; anyway tomato-bird zappuellightninrod: tomato-bird: “The Witness” by Taylor Leong (2018) [read my comics]  Bonus below: Keep reading Oooh. Took me a few reads to 100% get it,but now that I do, that is tragic. One thing that I like, and I’m not sure if this was intentional, are the three responses God gives to the man. Might be reading a little too deep into this, but I think each of the responses are form a different part of the Holy Trinity. “SO BE IT.” is coming from the Holy Spirit, who is merely answering the prayer with a yes. He fully well knows what’s about to happen, but is obviously looking at it with a different set of logic then the other two sides. Not inherently bad logic, because form the Holy Spirit’s perspective death truly does not exist. “you will.” is coming from God the Father, who says nothing more then that. just a simple phrase of what’s to come. But it can be read in multiple tones, a simple blanket statement, or in an apologetic tone. (Or if you’re a jackass who looks at God as the bad guy, then ominously.) I’m personally interpreting it in the apologetic tone. “I’m sorry.” is coming from God the Son, AKA Jesus Christ, who’s apologizing for what’s about to happen to him. He’s the one out of the three of them who knows what it;’s like to be mortal, and the most down to earth. He knows what’s beyond the grave, but He also knows what’s about to be lost. I’m probably looking way to deep into this, but it’s just what I took away from it., That’s a very good interpretation and I like it, but I’m slightly more ridiculous note this is how I first saw this post:
nsfw
holy spirit: tell YOU a Story
 Once there w3s a man
 who lived alone"A
 Hnd one evenin
 All m
 rhy
 he mode o prayer.
 I have been
 Your Servant
 LORD
 Az
 tomato-bird

 If it is
 witin Your
 I lour
 will
 And if
 may be
 So boldo
 2
 ask,
 , Please
 rant me the V
 sight o Tsaish
 and Eziekiel
 If only for
 onlq tor
 a moment

 Let me be
 3 withess
 t of al
 the crestures
 ih Heaven Eorth
 and Hades,
 STo the most subime ^ 2
 and temjing of Your
 Creations!
 bi

 And God said-And Cod said And God sd
 nd G
 od Sald-
 m sorry
 tomato-bird

 ugh
 Looks like
 theres nothing
 here
 กา
 At lcast
 Nothing worth
 takin; anyway
 tomato-bird
zappuellightninrod:
tomato-bird:

“The Witness” by Taylor Leong (2018)
[read my comics] 
Bonus below: Keep reading

Oooh. Took me a few reads to 100% get it,but now that I do, that is tragic. One thing that I like, and I’m not sure if this was intentional, are the three responses God gives to the man. Might be reading a little too deep into this, but I think each of the responses are form a different part of the Holy Trinity.
“SO BE IT.” is coming from the Holy Spirit, who is merely answering the prayer with a yes. He fully well knows what’s about to happen, but is obviously looking at it with a different set of logic then the other two sides. Not inherently bad logic, because form the Holy Spirit’s perspective death truly does not exist.
“you will.” is coming from God the Father, who says nothing more then that. just a simple phrase of what’s to come. But it can be read in multiple tones, a simple blanket statement, or in an apologetic tone. (Or if you’re a jackass who looks at God as the bad guy, then ominously.) I’m personally interpreting it in the apologetic tone.
“I’m sorry.” is coming from God the Son, AKA Jesus Christ, who’s apologizing for what’s about to happen to him. He’s the one out of the three of them who knows what it;’s like to be mortal, and the most down to earth. He knows what’s beyond the grave, but He also knows what’s about to be lost. 
I’m probably looking way to deep into this, but it’s just what I took away from it.,
That’s a very good interpretation and I like it, but I’m slightly more ridiculous note this is how I first saw this post:

zappuellightninrod: tomato-bird: “The Witness” by Taylor Leong (2018) [read my comics]  Bonus below: Keep reading Oooh. Took me a few r...

holy spirit: Is he, though? ironmanstan: okayloki:Holy trinity the father, the daughter and the holy spirit of relentless sarcasm
holy spirit: Is he, though?
ironmanstan:

okayloki:Holy trinity

the father, the daughter and the holy spirit of relentless sarcasm

ironmanstan: okayloki:Holy trinity the father, the daughter and the holy spirit of relentless sarcasm

holy spirit: MISS OFFICER MR TRIFFLES AND By lemonteaflower CLOSED All or nothing Web series or ing A sitcom-styled web series about a pansexual and an asexual whom are roomates Kaye Abernathy Las Vegas, United States About $5,899 USD raised by 305 backers 983% of $600 flexible goal ALL Buch Pal 煦: www.BUTCHPAL.COM NSTAGRAMBUTCHPALSERIES <p><a href="http://vikinglumberjack.tumblr.com/post/176270176203/sorairo-deizu-boy-ii-man-the-father-the-son" class="tumblr_blog">vikinglumberjack</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a href="http://sorairo-deizu.tumblr.com/post/176269903662/boy-ii-man-the-father-the-son-and-the-holy" class="tumblr_blog">sorairo-deizu</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a href="http://boy-ii-man.tumblr.com/post/176254508514/the-father-the-son-and-the-holy-spirit" class="tumblr_blog">boy-ii-man</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit</p></blockquote> <p>You mean Satan, the Antichrist, and the False Prophet.</p> </blockquote> <p>Then what’s Gen Z?</p> <p>Or have we collectively forgotten about that one?</p> </blockquote><p>Oh I didn’t forget. I could never forget. It haunts my nightmares.</p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="719" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/c4cadd4c1ee718321834eeeb09aab123/tumblr_pchgy08HVO1rw09tq_540.png" data-orig-height="719" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure>
holy spirit: MISS OFFICER
 MR TRIFFLES
 AND
 By lemonteaflower

 CLOSED
 All or nothing Web series
 or
 ing
 A sitcom-styled web series about a pansexual and
 an asexual whom are roomates
 Kaye Abernathy
 Las Vegas, United States
 About
 $5,899 USD raised by 305 backers
 983% of $600 flexible goal
 ALL

 Buch Pal
 煦: www.BUTCHPAL.COM
 NSTAGRAMBUTCHPALSERIES
<p><a href="http://vikinglumberjack.tumblr.com/post/176270176203/sorairo-deizu-boy-ii-man-the-father-the-son" class="tumblr_blog">vikinglumberjack</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p><a href="http://sorairo-deizu.tumblr.com/post/176269903662/boy-ii-man-the-father-the-son-and-the-holy" class="tumblr_blog">sorairo-deizu</a>:</p>
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<p><a href="http://boy-ii-man.tumblr.com/post/176254508514/the-father-the-son-and-the-holy-spirit" class="tumblr_blog">boy-ii-man</a>:</p>

<blockquote><p>The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit</p></blockquote>

<p>You mean Satan, the Antichrist, and the False Prophet.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Then what’s Gen Z?</p>
<p>Or have we collectively forgotten about that one?</p>
</blockquote><p>Oh I didn’t forget. I could never forget. It haunts my nightmares.</p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="719" data-orig-width="1280"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/c4cadd4c1ee718321834eeeb09aab123/tumblr_pchgy08HVO1rw09tq_540.png" data-orig-height="719" data-orig-width="1280"/></figure>

<p><a href="http://vikinglumberjack.tumblr.com/post/176270176203/sorairo-deizu-boy-ii-man-the-father-the-son" class="tumblr_blog">vikingl...

holy spirit: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>
holy spirit: PRAY FOR THE WICKE
 RP STARTER MEME
<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p>

<small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p>
<h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li>
<li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li>
<li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li>
<li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li>
<li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li>
<li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li>
<li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li>
<li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li>
<li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li>
<li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li>
<li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li>
<li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li>
<li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li>
<li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li>
<li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li>
<li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li>
<li><small><br/></small></li>
<li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li>
<li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2>
<ul><li>
<small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li>
<li>
<small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li>
<li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li>
<li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li>
<li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li>
<li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li>
<li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li>
<li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li>
<li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li>
<li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li>
</ul></blockquote>

<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanb...