Love, honor, remember and God bless those who dedicated their lives to serve our country and fight for our freedom.
"For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strong holds; Casting down imaginations and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing in to captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ" (2 Corinthinans 10:4-5):
Happy Halloween! Demon ~ In religion, folklore, and mythology a demon (or daemon,[1] daimon from Greek: δαίμων daimōn) is a supernatural being that is generally described as a malevolent spirit. In Christian terms demons are generally understood as fallen angels, formerly of God. A demon is frequently depicted as a force that may be conjured and insecurely controlled. The "good" demon in recent use is largely a literary device (e.g., Maxwell's demon), though references to good demons can be found in Hesiod and Shakespeare.[2] In common language, to "demonize" a person means to characterize or portray them as evil, or as a source of evil.
♪A long, long time ago... I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver With every paper Id deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldnt take one more step.
I cant remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died.
So bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye Singin, thisll be the day that I die. Thisll be the day that I die.
Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that youre in love with him ..cause I saw you dancin in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died.
I started singin, Bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye And singin, thisll be the day that I die. Thisll be the day that I die.
Now for ten years weve been on our own And moss grows fat on a rollin stone, But thats not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from james dean And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned; No verdict was returned. And while lennon read a book of marx, The quartet pr
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