The many hands of God







……..Even the gravitational pull of peace, has been weaponized, holy lands are but a mere disguise, a trap for those looking for god in the sky, evil knows it’s a mirage. It was evil that contrived the story, in doing so, it has comprised much glory, it has confused souls on the jury, that’s why when the preacher preaches, his main targets are in the back whispering, “you bore me”, the preacher prays to the sky, “they ignore me”. He isn’t answered cause the sky ain’t God, nor are names or symbols, but it is the act and being, and others seeing, joined hands, and community before communion,  that is God.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2024 18:52
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