Lord, I am your servant. I pray that all I receive today would be friendly, encouraging, and would help me to be better. I pray
Years did he visitHer. Discovered he that theirScriptures in their most Ancient form were theSame, hieroglyphics from whichAn argot they made. Only then did heTruly
“In whose control amI?” typed he, on a phone withA camera’s eye Fixed on him, knowingThe microphone could alwaysBe switched by remote. His hundred dailySearch
Your quisling, mealy mouth Entangles my death and life, In amber I freeze
So many friends have I lost – this tech makes me so Efficient, alone.
“Deathless, Tearless, Fearless, My, Shamshael.” “Burning still, will you always, will I.” “Now, always was, ever is, never will not be, Shamshael.” The heat suffused