I can't believe it.

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No one is supposed to be here.  And, yet, responses.  Oh yes.

From long times ago, to more recent?  Relatively.  Some new, if alterations through language or such.  Well, and versions.  Versions which fit her side... of things?

And... a few thoughts from my side.

As well, a revision of the first song, made to describe my way.

The third song I played to Christ.  She stole it's intent and sang it to me.  This time?  I... cannot say.  I think she came to see me as a Lord, if not hers... not certain.

Believe as you wish.  I see... that someone sees, understands, knows some things.  I... have difficulties with all that is being suggested.  But my faith is far stronger than my doubt, if it cannot save those who are damned, or choose damnation.  No matter how much I love them, I will not go that way for them.  There is no being together, over there.  This I know.

Though, if she is just in shadows, there is hope.  And, in hope, I will pray for faith and charity.  May it yet live for her.  Though, I would suggest, even if that is lost, turn and pray, right there in hell.  Teach Satan.  If a measly archangel can cast him to hell, perhaps a mere human can bring him to right prayer.  Amen.