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✞[ V. ]✞ Station of the Cross
Apr. 20th, 2010 06:00 pm( My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass. )
What now?
What will you do...
The monster's right HERE, Catholic!
( The voice said: Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. )
What now?
What will you do...
The monster's right HERE, Catholic!
( The voice said: Cry. And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field: The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: because the spirit of the LORD bloweth upon it: surely the people is grass. )
