A thousand sermons and theological debates
will not save you.
I own you.
She whispered.
Shaken by her honesty and spellbound audacity
He collected the precious memories of his depravity,
Kissed her,
And finally understood the assignment.
He searched furtively for whatever was left of common sense
For those medicinal qualities
Hidden down the corridors of introspection.
It was no longer about gods and witchcraft.
It was pride and self respect of a man.
It was unyielding desperation to attain the impossible.
September is near
and in need of the miraculous
Yet stuck in these trenches
Far from grace.
Do you remember that video recording
The one we swore would be a bad idea.
Alexa, play Moriah Peters - Brave.
Eve's offspring crushed the serpent's head
And now,
You,
being His offspring,
You can,
You will,
You must,
Do the same. - Jackie Hill Perry.
These are my T.Notes
And we are still fighting.
