I know, I have lazed out. I wish I could write more, I wish I could tell more stories, and there are so many to tell!
For now : – Just this, “Everyone has their personal mount everest they were put on this earth to climb”
What is yours?
“Maybe strong is what you have left when you have used up all your weak”
They are doing it again, throwing us into oblivion and discarding themselves of their responsibilities. This filth has spread. Disguised as it may be. This stench of lies has spread to more than just the walls and offices of those in high places.
Bury this mob now, so that our screams perish in this grave that you have dug, for our augury may wake up the dead already buried. This pain of the mob contends for first place with madness, or perhaps it is sanity. The smidgen of reality that manages to make its way through the abyss of illusion.
Lord, I need you now, more than ever. Revealed, tangible and universal, so that all fear is overcome, if not eliminated. For the fraying has begun, amongst the jagged edges of this collective consciousness that I am part of. I know, I feel it.
“O God of earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter
Our people drift and die
The walls of hate entomb us
And swords of scorn divide
Do not take thy thunder from us
But do take away our pride”
GK Chesterton
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