The echoes as they come

Your grace under pressure. Your face under water.	We are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death	Damned if you do, damned if you don't	Quod erat demonstrandum
Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners	You love these machines. These machines are dead: a love story.	If you press your ear to the wrist of the world you can hear every heartbeat from the beginning of time	Salvation doesn't always come from a Bible
Fifteen minutes 'til Kyrie	The memories we leave behind	Commit to paper the chances I've missed, the girls I've loved, the dogs I've kissed	prelude and fugue in surgery minor
Suburban Blight	Thou Shalt Not Kill	Reynolds number	Matthew 5
Collaborator	Confessions of an Anaesthetist	Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days.	I do not think that they will sing to me.
Matthew 10

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