Bound by the shackles of current circumstances. Nay shall I allow the tyrannical forces of evil to bring me with them. My future is bright and thy evil shall fade.
The midnight moon gleaming upon the fog drifting over the rolling hills filled with tall grass blowing in the breeze.
I sit across the dimly lit road on a bench. This is where time stands still. Eternity in still serenity.
Peering through the malversation of societies destructive lifestyle we call home. G-d speaks through the dust. A small ray tells me I'm falling off the path. Return my son and be free.
Is this the image of Jesus?
There's a lot of talk about the Shroud of Turin lately, so let's break down the evidence.
A new X-ray study suggests it's 2,000 years old β but that's just the beginning.
Buckle up... (thread) π§΅
Searching for darkness against the smokey God. The only darkness is the shadow I cast upon myself. I turn away from the search, and it appears before me. I gave in. It consumed me. You are my harrow.