The Paradox of the Damned

Suffering and Sufferment

The pain is astounding. The burning, sharp, unending pain that we the damned feel, it cuts into the deepest crevices of our souls.

It scours around in the depths of my mind, thoughts I've hoped never again to find, resurfaced menacingly, horrifically defaced, I thought they had vanished without a trace, they've grown and swelled under no supervision the dark evil worm demands justice, revision, but I scream neigh and fall up to the sky o where do I lie, o lord, in thy eye.

Ever Grotesque

My mind is my own worst enemy and HE KNOWS IT.

Pleading Thanksgiving of Modim

We gratefully acknowledge that You are Adonai, our God and the God of our ancestors for all eternity. You are the Rock of our lives and the Shield of our salvation from generation to generation. We shall thank You and declare Your praise—for our lives which are in Your hand, for our souls which are in Your care, for Your miracles that are with us every day and for Your wondrous deeds and favors at all times: evening, morning and noon. O Good One, whose mercies never fail, O Compassionate One, whose kindnesses never cease: forever do we put our hope in You.

For all these things, O King, may Your Name be forever blessed and exalted. O God our Redeemer and our Helper, may all who live gratefully acknowledge You and praise Your Name in Truth.

Blessed are You, Adonai, Whose Name is Goodness, and to Whom it is fitting to give thanks.