Christian

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I called myself a Christian, but that was I while ago. Nothing against the people just didn't go with the flow. Stayed with it 20 years until I found the light, confirmed what I already knew, something wasn't right. Now I am not a traitor and haven't lost my faith, but lessons that were spoken haven't found their place. The end hasn't come, but it will, the time is short. Like sands through the hour glass. 

  • Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2023 01:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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