Deep valley which we walk in, We do not know which direction. The loin lie and waits, The prey does not know its about to be eaten. Its skin will be ripped off, and worn. Many truths mixed with lies, The sheep are confused, and stuck in the details. We cannot see the stars anymore.Continue reading “Ruling Chaff”
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