Do they think I wore these shoes
because I wished to walk into the arms of treachery?
There is a cold barren floor from the evil…
these poor feet of mine, trying to avoid frostbite!
You know one can be weary, tired…but still have
an impassioned will? One can be cornered by a deluge
and still, somehow, have the wherewithal
to fight to death! There is, of course,
a futility…when there is only the simmering, faggoty,
mendacious, overwhelming plot whereby the warrior
has the only despairing option to fight one evil only
to devolve into the hands of another!
You’d say the evil treason that men do
lives after them and with them forever; such that
it toxically permeates and percolates through the fabric
of every vulnerable, honest civilisation and entity!
You’d think history was made up of so many
evil minds that its depiction and exhibit is a far cry from being Godly;
And yet there are a few who resist that evil, only
to risk untimely destruction! You know this hybrid ghastly morality
of men that makes the convicted brave warriors feel like beautiful pristine
trees, but only growing to be hewn (out of the sodomy), to end up as gaudy
furniture in the living rooms of the wicked! What is the value and price of
God’s creation of sacred vegetation, then?
Do you know, I wore these humble beleaguered
shoes, not to swing my legs between the horrific poles
that are unseemly choices(!) to me, but to gladly, solemnly, avowedly walk away from each!
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