What makes him worthy to say? Why him?
If there's a God which I know there is, and He speaks to this man, why not speak to me too.
I can't engage in gossips, He can't be found there.
Bottled up spirits, meddling at the bottom, your divine state is a disgrace to the heavens, your guilt, the ascertion of your death.
I am by my self longing for what you deviate, what you call outrageous. Truth is, I can't read this book forever with no teacher, I know everything must not end on this physical plane.
Call the man of God, tell him, "let's go a fishing." If God told you, I don't want to know, that private chat was for you both, leave me out of it. I must converse and experience Him at any dimension he takes me.
Mother, sister, my father cares less. The transcendence is what I live for. Forward, earth must give or be done away with.
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