Thank you for two perfect years
I apologise for letting my thoughts
Get in the way of some important bits
But you were great. So was I.

We did magnificently in our roles,
You talking me out of some stupid ideas,
And I, the wide-eyed companion,
Getting in some horrific messes with you.

Thanks for the dreams. They were a comfort
But don't forget to visit, again, because
I'll miss you. You were a brilliant friend
And you fueled a lot of stories. They were good as well.

My last shred of sanity is gone
Any and every attempt to get it back
Is futile, it will only end in death

I have given up my heart
I have strung out my soul on a post,
Like a flag, a sign to someone who would care

I have started my search for joy
To let my heart find a distraction to
Take away the pain, even if for a moment

I am preparing myself for the fall
They aim only to hurt, not to heal as I thought
Will I let them have that satisfaction?

Can science prove God’s existence? Absolutely not. Just take a look at the scientific method. A scientist’s job is to experiment to constantly confirm or deny their formulated hypothesis or theory. The theory itself is (or should be) based on observable facts and/or previous experimental data, but it could still be wrong. There can always be another way to interpret the data. And if you think about it, to say that a theory is true because it is confirmed by experimental data is a logical fallacy.

Dear Readers, few in number but loyal and so kind!

One of the biggest factors in creation science, other than creation and the Fall, is the Great Flood. Such an incredible catastrophe would have an incredible affect on much of science, even such subjects as pathology and paleoclimatology (the study of earth’s past climates). Weather, genetics and geology would never be the same. Neither would man or his salvation. “I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved,” said Jesus Christ in John 10:9. Jesus is the Ark by which we may be saved today.

James Longstreet, Dutch in descent, was born in the home of his paternal grandparents in Edgefield District, South Carolina, on 8 January 1821. The third child of James and Mary Anne Dent Longstreet, the young Longstreet, known to friends and family as “Pete”, spent the first half of his childhood on the Longstreet cotton plantation in northeastern Georgia.

Oliver Otis Howard, later known as “the Christian General”, played a unique role in the Civil War, advancing through the ranks to eventually command an army, despite major defeats. Born in Leeds, Maine, on 8 November 1830, Howard was the son of Rowland Bailey and Eliza Otis Howard.

*NOTE* This is weird, slightly creepy, and not for everybody. I would say it's PG or PG-13 (it contains some social drinking of alcohol and a very bizarre plot that I won't tell you because it would spoil it) Anyway, please critique!

James Ewell Brown Stuart, known to friends and close acquaintances as Jeb, came from an acclaimed military lineage, his great grandfather, Major Alexander Stuart, having fought in the Revolutionary War, and his father, Archibald Stuart, having fought in the War of 1812. Born on 6 February 1833, Stuart was homeschooled by his mother, Elizabeth Letcher Pannill Stuart, before leaving to stay with his uncle in 1845.

FOR the next few days, Titus was a total wreck. He had paced up and down his room, sending servants after servants to check on Flora. They all came back with the same answer:
“Senator Manilus would not let us in. All he says is that if you keep keeping this up, he’ll be either flattered that you care so much about his daughter or you’ve been acting completely irrational and should be arrested.”