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Practice 2:
(a) each section is a stand alone subject
(b) I experimented with satire in some of these, either by using:
His head coming up, his hands half-heartedly lifted the chalice as he watched the silver raising radiantly for the world and radiantly raising, like the dawn from on high, unto those sleeping in the darkness of the pews and those kneeling in the shadow of the altar.
Writing with character choices makes realistic tales, but characters with good habits bore me like happily-ever-afters.
If it should turn out authority is acknowledgment or force, or if it should turn out to be something else, I shall have to determine.
This is my strongest critique of Christianity, I believe: it's ethically problematic, when one is not religious, to exercise their freedom of speech when I should pray another's prayers four times a day.
O lyre, teller of tales;
ring out melody unto mine ears.
Let thy words strike double time,
words to seduce
wrapped in ribbons, coupled with wine.
Thy notes strangle the words,
pleasing tongues and minds,
to be double-fold by blood.
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Practice 2:
(a) each section is a stand alone subject
(b) I experimented with satire in some of these, either by using:
- internally incoherent grammar or concepts
- using a 2nd order set of moral claims which I don't actually believe.
His head coming up, his hands half-heartedly lifted the chalice as he watched the silver raising radiantly for the world and radiantly raising, like the dawn from on high, unto those sleeping in the darkness of the pews and those kneeling in the shadow of the altar.
Writing with character choices makes realistic tales, but characters with good habits bore me like happily-ever-afters.
If it should turn out authority is acknowledgment or force, or if it should turn out to be something else, I shall have to determine.
This is my strongest critique of Christianity, I believe: it's ethically problematic, when one is not religious, to exercise their freedom of speech when I should pray another's prayers four times a day.
O lyre, teller of tales;
ring out melody unto mine ears.
Let thy words strike double time,
words to seduce
wrapped in ribbons, coupled with wine.
Thy notes strangle the words,
pleasing tongues and minds,
to be double-fold by blood.
....
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