Feb 8
Defile
The only shortcut in a bog is to the bottom.
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Defile
The only shortcut in a bog is to the bottom.
Artist: Joe Slucher TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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Today's Daily Scripture Picture: Beware of Bitterness Hebrews 12:15 – “See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God; that no ‘root of bitterness’ springs up and causes trouble, and by it many become defiled.”
Two showers a day keeps the clean freaks at bay -
But it beckons the disgusting, the lonely, and depraved.
-FS Lewis 12/10/25
All us dirty pigs wanna do is take away your purity and lather our filth upon you.
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Defile (Modern Horizons) - Joe Slucher
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The glass danced along the sidewalk, So to break the night And declare my victory - A validation for my Inebriation,
And need to numb, “real.”
The lady in that black velvet Dress made me a, “hero,” The night prior, and I, In turn, made a fool Of love,
And other things, sacred,
The next morning.
It was only with the stench of guts, Dejection, long walks, not Quite home, but under suns, Tortuous, That I yawned,
And maybe yearned for more.
So in drunk’s stead, My cat yawns in the sill And the soft snoring of my son Sings of these newer nights, Solace. So -
The world was now right.
The world was now pleasant.
The world was just that, the world.
- H.H. (2022)