Prompt: By all means I should understand, But I cannot seem to keep my hands On that truth that shall be praised, As the one to let us be saved. Dear God, fundamental truth may be granted, But can't my thought be counted? As a right in this world, Where objectivity left me no choice But to blend in such a foist.
Prompt: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Prompt: I will feel to the exact extent that I coincide with meaning, to which it ceases to be situated in the objective world and to which it means nothing to me.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: I thought for a long time and was in doubt for a long time, What is there to look at the earth from above; Or does everything flow without order through blindness, And there is no providence from heaven in the entire universe. However, having looked at the harmony of the heavenly lights, Earth, seas and rivers kindness and decency, Change of days, nights, appearance of the moon, He recognized that we were created by divine power.
Prompt: Am I allowed again to call out what I need to hear? To be a conduit conditioned by the fear of fear?
Prompt: Open your soul Redeem, I am immortal Blinded by a light My soul is held up in glory I engulf the skies The apostle in triumph
Prompt: Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life
Prompt: Justification, The Means Are The EndDoctrine And Dogma, I Will Not RelentThis World A Garden In Need Of Such WeedingThis World A Minefield In Need Of Such SweepingThis Ministration Without Full ConsentFire And Brimstone, I Will Not RelentJust As All Good Things Must Come To An End I Will Administer As I See Fit
Prompt: In the beginning of God's creation of heaven and earth, the earth was formless and empty, and darkness was over the waters; and God's mighty wind caused storms.
Prompt: Concerning storms of wayward thoughts within me churn as I try to grasp at uncertainty that I can't dispel, dissect, or discern.
Prompt: Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Prompt: Job was a righteous and pious man who lived in Uz. He was blessed with wealth, health and a happy family. However, Satan challenged Job's integrity, arguing that he was only faithful to God because of the blessings he received. God allowed Satan to test Job, withdrawing his blessings.
Prompt: The wise can simplify and clarify complex matters. Conversely, some intentionally create trouble, making easy things difficult and resulting in complications. Initially, one might attribute it to foolishness, but now I realize there is another intention behind it. However, the thoughts of people are subtle and difficult to thoroughly fathom.
Prompt: Through the shadowed veil of life's relentless trials, we find our greatest strength. In the heart of darkness, where despair whispers its coldest tale, there we stand unyielding, conquering not the world, but the abyss within ourselves
Prompt: The king stood tall on the mountain, his voice ringing out over the gathered crowd below. He spoke with passion and conviction, his words stirring the hearts of his people
Prompt: The king stood tall on the mountain, his voice ringing out over the gathered crowd below. He spoke with passion and conviction, his words stirring the hearts of his people
Prompt: And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration:—feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man’s life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love
Prompt: There are always some pains in life, maybe physical, maybe mental, maybe unspeakable. We all long for healing, but healing is not an easy thing, it takes time, courage, and love. Healing is not a magic, it will not make the wound disappear, it will only make the wound into a scar, remind us what we have experienced, and make us stronger. Healing is not an escape, it will not make us forget the past, it will only make us face the reality, accept ourselves, and move on. Healing is not a luxury, it will not make us lose hope, it will only make us feel the warmth, find the faith, and embrace the future. Healing is a choice, it requires us to actively seek, actively give, and actively accept. We can all be our own healers, and we can also be healers for others, as long as we are willing, as long as we work hard, as long as we believe.
Prompt: There are always some pains in life, maybe physical, maybe mental, maybe unspeakable. We all long for healing, but healing is not an easy thing, it takes time, courage, and love. Healing is not a magic, it will not make the wound disappear, it will only make the wound into a scar, remind us what we have experienced, and make us stronger. Healing is not an escape, it will not make us forget the past, it will only make us face the reality, accept ourselves, and move on. Healing is not a luxury, it will not make us lose hope, it will only make us feel the warmth, find the faith, and embrace the future. Healing is a choice, it requires us to actively seek, actively give, and actively accept. We can all be our own healers, and we can also be healers for others, as long as we are willing, as long as we work hard, as long as we believe.
Prompt: Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
Prompt: Inside the darkness within a one-way road, I keep on writing down words in anticipation Even when I know it will only make me feel empty I keep seeking for salvation
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Prompt: /imagine \"Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, a monument indeed Around thy base with grateful hearts behold thy students kneel We bless the power that gave thee birth to help us in our need We’ll ever strive while here on earth All loyalty to yield With joy, with joy, dear A\u0026T, thy students turn from thee To spread thy trophies year by year From Dare to Cherokee. Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, the signet thou shalt be Set by our great old commonwealth, proud boaster of the free She'd have the record of her worth on granite not inscribed Nay, let the children of her birth proclaim it by their lives Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, henceforth our aim shall be By precepts wise and deeds more sure to bless the State through thee The arts of industry to wield against an idle foe A harvest rich from ripened fields or what thy students sow.\", blue and gold
Prompt: /imagine \"Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, a monument indeed Around thy base with grateful hearts behold thy students kneel We bless the power that gave thee birth to help us in our need We’ll ever strive while here on earth All loyalty to yield With joy, with joy, dear A\u0026T, thy students turn from thee To spread thy trophies year by year From Dare to Cherokee. Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, the signet thou shalt be Set by our great old commonwealth, proud boaster of the free She'd have the record of her worth on granite not inscribed Nay, let the children of her birth proclaim it by their lives Dear A\u0026T, Dear A\u0026T, henceforth our aim shall be By precepts wise and deeds more sure to bless the State through thee The arts of industry to wield against an idle foe A harvest rich from ripened fields or what thy students sow.\", blue and gold, (black people: 1.7)
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. 6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: To the one who sees, but is blinded by the light of day, - To the one who is alive and thrown into a dark crypt, To whom the land is a sacred land of exile,
Prompt: I can show you how you see this world, how you feel about the past you can't remember and the reality you can't recognize.
Prompt: Petroglyphs wool texsture cardigan, felted pattern texture dress, Armenian fashion womens, red silk dress and White ornaments in dress, Armenian girls, Armenia traditional ornaments, Dries van noten collection designs, 2023 miu miu collection style, 90´s, modern, classy, elegant, shot by venetia scott, full body outfit, desaturated colors, dark colors, cotton outfits, dries van noten, flower patterns, blue, olive green, pink, black, shirts, carpet, Armenian rug, cardigan embroidered, carpet cardigan, winter felted cardigan
Prompt: Brightly colored nomad, tropical bird on shoulder, red and yellow striped robes, wooden staff with beads and feathers, detailed expressions, by Guy Denning, Ashely Wood, Jeremy Mann, Greg Manchess, highly pigmented digital painting, vivid colors, 8K resolution, detailed feathers and fibers, exotic lands, colorful sunset, dramatic clouds, masterpiece.
Prompt: Petroglyphs wool texsture cardigan, felted pattern texture dress, Armenian fashion womens, red silk dress and White ornaments in dress, Armenian girls, Armenia traditional ornaments, Dries van noten collection designs, 2023 miu miu collection style, 90´s, modern, classy, elegant, shot by venetia scott, full body outfit, desaturated colors, dark colors, cotton outfits, dries van noten, flower patterns, blue, olive green, pink, black, shirts, carpet, Armenian rug, cardigan embroidered, carpet cardigan, winter felted cardigan
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