the narrow paths day has made passage to another land and all of our hope has left us desitute- but there is no desire no velvet reproduction of the memories each life must carry carry and bury with an old man who s face we will not know- it must be in the best of worlds that we find pleasure in so many different forms yet forgiving pleasure one with pain it s our sin that we know the dark angels by only a trumpet and a horn- as time goes on we still walk the narrow paths of life searching for an answer some kind of savior to sweep us off our feet and bring us to a higher level of cleanliness we try to live every day in harmony without sin but as we live we realize sin is neccesary sin is part of life just as much as being holy is all we do is wonder wonder about what it would be like if things turned around if every day was brighter but every day every single day is still dark and forever always will be ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- this has been a joint literature production straight from the minds of mister e (revival president cia staff blade) and flood (revival blade)