ode to the poor, of the temple of the money changers..

when dreams became nightmares a consensus built on destruction of humanity. to destroy one, is to destroy all. when dreams became nightmares and whole villages of people were aloud to starve. when the poor, of the temple of the money changers, were forgotten.. when the love of the poor turned into twisted vile envy and … Continue reading ode to the poor, of the temple of the money changers..

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were you sleeping?

in the grip of an evil group?  or the pressure that makes a diamond? the waist that is thrown off by a body in homeostasis.. were you laughing when the Martyrs arrived? were you crying? were you sleeping? and if the age of Martyrdom is over, and Christ be risen? and if Enoch, if Elijah, … Continue reading were you sleeping?