Broken Letter

Greetings! Are you well? Stuck in hell with a life to run through? With a shell covering your secrets and a mask over your feelings??? You can change if you want to and it is my duty to tell you the truth. This truth forgives with an unforgiving forgiveness that leaps at each chance to advance itself ahead of what we think are our priorities. What is important to you? In the middle of nothing using a dormant view?? That will negate the greed with which an informant sees??? To live as a minority in a society that tells us "It's ok to be who you are. Just...Don't...Be...who you are" can lead to conflicting circumstances. And tendencies that worship sand can push hands to grab ministries that land feet on thin ice. Thin ice breaks, feet get frostbit but wings...by God...wings float us away from troubled outcomes. So to be afraid of what the world gave us shaves trust by the handfuls. And those palms sprinkle palms along the crooked smiling flow of the Euphrates river...upstream toward the center of your design let each line change your mind. Why not? What more is there? Turn with sordid warfare course stares and sliced lots...how can we share and not care for the right spot? Then the door taps with a light knock. Long winded admonishing opens the minds of socioeconomic close minded polishing...shining blind guidance through upchucked science leading you towards the light. Can we walk there together? Sincerely. Your Conscience PS Sharpened cloud covering raining altered speckles of redemption that claims our man made tendencies glides over sin fatigued flesh Seeping into each pore that redeemer strips us of plagued habits redefining our appearance Sound visits an inaudible eardrum The melody is clear of imperfection. Your eyes open to a world free of immorality As the clouds disappear...