The writer emerged from where weary hearts were strengthened. The writer is from the future, from the past but has passed the present time.
The writer is wrong, a two-faced mirror which pleases all but self. They are servants and quite frankly no writer can truly rule without relinquishing the curse of writing, I mean the course.
The writer has a goal or goals but has a score of problems. From addictions with perfect diction to obsession with obscene natures, the writer tries to be human but sometimes, fails to answer the question: who is (wo)man?
God didn’t sound good to man but neither did crucifixion, even Satan, for the first time was out of the loop and found no loop-hole until God recovered the dominion he stole from the beginning Of human times.
Sin is the ability to give logic to the ever-proven
Sin is magic, that’s all, magic…Sin is a feast, a feat of pain to he greatest pleasures…Yes, sin is famous, trendy, fashionable.
Water is a tool of God, washed the world away, wished it to be cleansed of wickedness.
Water sunk the titanic in anger, feigned to defend its maker. When water breaks, there is birth, water is breath to the thirsty…
This water is the land owner, there at creation; channelled like royal gold. It was like bed….