Is the only glory I accord the Father,. Is a finger pointed heavenward,. And in my mind I am exalted on a vain throne. With everyone bowing as if to say. Is that I quote verses on these twitter streets. And are quick to condemn on facebook walls. In exactly the same way Pharisees did in Bible times.

To know why, hope dies. Losing what was found, a world so hollow. The silence of this sound, is soon to follow. Is forgetting all of the questions we called home. Passing the graves of the unknown. As reason clouds my eyes, with splendor fading. And a reflection of a lie, will keep me waiting. With love gone, for so long.

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As far back as I can remember I was always drawing something. This led to an interest in all things creative, from cartoons and animation to music and audio. I found myself being curious about how these things came about, how these ideas were made into a solid piece of work and what tools were used to do it. I am a production artist.

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