JEMI'S SINS
"the gift of God maketh rich and added no sorrow"
he curled on the bed, worn out, he's wishes didn't matter just the 'lords', he shivered from the air that swerved through the open window.
" for the ways, of God seem foolish to the ways of men,"
He was becoming one with the voice, the voice that ruled, the voice that knew, the voice that decided, and as he chanted with it he felt the power fill him even his fingertips tingled.
Spread eagled and eyes wide opened, he saw the signs, it was time. he was one with the voice.
"let the will of God be done"
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