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A life without a push, is just a life you have to pull.

Life is but a song. It starts and ends with silence. Keep up with the beat.

Part of the part is parting from the party.

The stubborn contender, the other defender has shown us no mercy to futile surrender. Though such an offender, he seems on a bender. As though it's a game and he's just a pretender.

God’s not out to get us; he knows us through and through; he knows just who we are and why we do the things we do. He’s wise to our demise; he knows whether we will fall, and yet, despite his knowing, he is unaware of all. . . He maneuvers out of reason, but his handiwork is random; he bears no special treatment to his unessential fandom. He’s impartial to the past and is foreign to our chatter; he’s not even a he, or even living, for that matter. . . He’s a symbol of momentum and his rules a...