I walk along not saying what is wrong. I am brave and strong. I guess I would love to believe complimentary things about me, but dailly intersections with all who are sinful, blocks that cognition. As ye feast on me, I do see. The damage to my vessel is severe and all of you don't want to hear. It is like an awful sci fi horror movie for me. No one will be or seek justice for me. I take that reality to mormontown. I see them give me less of a run around. People are negative about my choice, but in this religion I believe they hear my voice. My work with the missionaries has yielded MERCY from the relentless savagery of those with prophecy.
I meet them today. We are meeting here at McDonald's. I am actually really excited to see them. Our lessons together are quite fruitful. The best thing of all is that I get to use my intellect about the bible and its teachings. I never really felt that I was well read, biblically, and I only studied theology briefly. Professor Willis was my professor. I will just say that The Book of Mormon was not on our reading list, but Plato's Republic was. I was just quite sympathetic for Job when we studied his beleagered life.
Footsteps beneath a changing tree.
A soft caress on the top of my hand.
Symphonies of birds as he moves up behind me.
Smiles are synchronous as I lay back upon him.
You slip your arm around me and I know in captivity I am free.
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