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Almighty God’s Son

He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever. Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple? The elderly needed care. He knew this as a healer. Wasn't their psyche more than their physique what made them ill? A lesion in reason and logic rots the mind, like rust. Depression, delirium, dementia, and rifts in moods Loss of autonomy, grief, loneliness, and lack of trust Optimism fades like a waning moon, and pessimism broods. He knew these puddled muddles. Was he a psychoanalyst? How was he able to read each mind like a telepath? Wasn't he, for-bye, a universal philanthropist? Was he not the zenith of extraterrestrial math? Innocence, like crystal clear streams, flooded from his person. Wasn't he, after all, the Almighty God's precious son?

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