There was a time when I asked him for 300, he gave me 3 to split with my brother. Now, I have to beg for 300 and still see no sign of it from her.
Life can be a tragedy if you let it. It can also be painful to face if you have no grip over it. It’s about a matter of opinion some say but I’d say it’s a matter of priorities and prejudices.
A tragic decade could’ve been avoided if one was firmly footed about their dreams and aspirations. But alas, attention was stolen to do only the best for others, sacrificing himself like Christ, or Christ-like.
Go figure when the preacher himself did not stop the establishment of one or a few to indulge in something he declared detestable or at least frowned upon, biblically said the preacher many times.
That’s how attention was captured, thinking it was all for the saintly, only to unfold itself betraying every grain and vein of the word preached.
Perhaps the preacher himself is a fraud?
I have come to think so because I’ve not heard something so key preached elsewhere but him.
It’s total rubbish I guess to have volunteered. Even more conniving it was to be led to the chopping block. Today, reduced and refused, into smithereens of nothingness.
Forgotten. Annihilated, occasionally by self to isolate from the glare of questions and doubt about what had gone wrong all this while.
Where? What? When? How? Why? Who? It just never seem to end.
For a man yearns to stand, as a rock himself if not on a rock as foundation. But the voices of contentions never permitted so…robbing thy soul due to mediocrity, inferior depths and gullibility masks by ferocity.
Suicide.
Tendencies.
Obsessions.
Evaded but impaled at times.
Dreams turned hallucinations turned speckled dust, stepped, sidelined, forgotten, erased; period.
