Between Westchester and Monroe

They told me the Gospel spoke about Him. I've searched Dan to Beersheba but could not find the women he festered. They asked why I can't see what they see, I told them my head is too unreasonable to pass the test of poisoned goat, and to invite unseen critters to stay overnight. I refused the washing before I spoke to Him. Anything to get to my head. They came at me with Razer phones telling me they wanted to sever ties between my shoulders, I changed my Facebook profile before I smile again, but they came at me with a young man crying the story of Yusuf. Someone must have lied about the paddocks that pasture my emotions; there are no apertures in the fences. I did not hesitate to ask his reasons, they did not hesitate to rejoin, the prologue by Him contains the newest explorations and oldest disclosures. I find that hard to believe. It is not good to play with God; I saw him burned a statue of Jesus with lightening.