I gave them all of my faith
because the alternative
was death.
I was afraid of God because
he loved me and I was his
- his imperfect child, in need
of divine intervention.
Did he watch
when stress caused
my hair fall out,
gathering on the drain,
by my eighteen year-old
feet?
I have been spiritually mugged;
giving up my faith to a
weaponized religion, created by
men, who wish to enslave.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
I gave them all of my faith
because the alternative
was death.
I was afraid of God because
he loved me and I was his
- his imperfect child, in need
of divine intervention.
Did he watch
when stress caused
my hair fall out,
gathering on the drain,
by my eighteen year-old
feet?
I have been spiritually mugged;
giving up my faith to a
weaponized religion, created by
men, who wish to enslave.
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