Maybe there is some worth left in what may seem as a fruitless place where the last vestige of a pseudo-alpha cosmic hypocrite entity is to re-enter its tail. A piercing stare and glare is about all that remains when it comes to anybody with a good point; however, when all else seemingly is far removed from hallowed grounds, and more like pesticide laden lava rock for soil, we can always look up. Not for the ouroboros to continue laying waste as it circles its' inorganic victims, all while it continues ensnaring them with hollow-tip wedding bands and shell companies; but rather, for our Saviour Jesus' redeeming love to complete his edification and sanctification process on the one thing that remains here...
An Organic Growth In A Fallen World.
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