Two natures beat within my beast:
One is foul, one is blessed...
Oh name
a field of endless contest...
In villages where bread was thin
And grief still clung to door and bone...
Physics and AI,
drafting humanity for yet another con job...
Religions are not the destination;
they are veils of mercy...
Here I am, armed with my pen,
its ink running low. lifespan...
Lily white! on this a sunny African day.
Used feel like home, now the back foot only...
“I gotta”
is a complaint...
The Mask:
I wear it...
If I have found favor before Your sight,
O Lord, incline Your ear to my pleading...
Oh Lord, how it pains to follow the heart of Your...
for Your ways are narrow, and Your call is costly...
Lord
I come to You with a heart that is trying its best...