Three Years on Wordpress!!!

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ASnowpasta Chronicles turns 3 today!!!!

My, my where did the time go?

I never thought that in a million years I would be this dedicated to anything like this in my life.

I have poured so much time and energy into this site and it never gets old.

And yet, the truth is this is only the beginning for this site.

I cannot thank you all enough for the love and support that has made this site a reality.

I’m grateful for everyone who continues to follow me on this wonderful journey called life.

Here’s to three years and many more to come.

Cheers! =)

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My Prayer for the Lost Souls

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Dear lost souls who roam day and night;

I’m here to guide you with my eternal light.

It is time to break the chains that bound you to this plane;

 It is time to return to the source from whence we came.

Just know that you are not alone.

The cause to suffering is something I refuse to condone.

But, it’s time to let go of the pain you carry in your heart.

We will put all of the pieces back together; the same pieces that were torn apart.

Follow the light of the angels for they know the way.

Regardless of whatever happens, everything will be okay.

Follow the path that sparkles with light.

Once you reach the end, you’ll no longer have to roam by day and night.

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Lost Monument

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I lost myself in the winds of thoughts and relentless change.

The changes of death surround me every single day.

I weep, cry, and pray for the souls who have lost their way.

How will they find the light that will lead them back home?

God, please help guide them to the great gardens above.

Bring them to the endless rainbows that shine for an eternity.

Clear their hearts of pain and ignite their souls with your eternal warmth.

Once the winds of thoughts and relentless change stops, people will forget.

People forget about the souls who lives were taken during the massive winds.

People forget about the ones who weep, cry, and pray for the lost souls.

Their warmth disappears like the flame of a candle blown out by a careless breeze.

Where has the gentle warmth from the millions gone off to?

The fibers of my heart pull, tear, and ache for the dead.

You can’t hear the dead if the flame to your eternal candle has been put out.

The monument that was created with unity and love has been lost.

Let’s rebuild the lost monument.

Return the lost souls.

Bring them home.

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