

Leaving the GardenIt's Sunday morning in a little church in America's Bible Belt, and most of the congregation is worshipping, singing its praises to God. Some are shouting. A few are weeping. If you're lucky, somebody might speak in tongues, an event that happens nearly every Sunday yet never fails to leave those in attendance in a state of awe. Imagine a message straight from God, direct orders from the President of Everything. The short gray-haired woman who bursts out in tongues nearly every Sunday, she's like Jesus' own Tom Brokaw with a breaking news bulletin. The singing is loud, forceful yet graceful. The people who come here to worship do so proudly aLeaving the Garden
Oh my god this is epic. *watches forever*
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what what what what what
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Scissors with awesome
*** BEFORE YOU ASK ME, MY 3D STUFF IS DONE IN 3D STUDIO MAX ***
so quit askin' already
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You like, some cornflakes?
...Yes, I'm bored.
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*insert evil laugh here*
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Slash: Hero Of Light.
There are those who found the light, therefore knew the truth, and destroyed the Darkness.
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Slash: Hero Of Light.
There are those who found the light, therefore knew the truth, and destroyed the Darkness.
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Blue helmet, blue shoes, blue buster, blue attitude
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*insert evil laugh here*
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