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We have these intricate, anonymous conspiracies, That no one in public seem to own. So they remain invisible in the mind of the Imaginary, while they cast the first stone. Yet its venom spreads slowly, As it cripples to incapacitate. While truth begs for an antidote, Through a confessional of hate. As identity remains in mystery, the Contributions claimed are leftover to brew. Fermenting slowly, while steeping its fear, Into a recipe that many consume to construe.

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Date: 5/15/2025 8:03:00 AM
Timothy, you've hit on a truth from the Word...Ephesians chapter 6:10-17. We live in a world of principalities and powers just like Job. Satan came to God in heaven and complained about Job whom God described as "blameless, upright and turning away from evil." But God's armor protected Job and in the end, He came to experience God much more fully. I enjoyed your piece as from a modern-day Job under attack. Continue to stand strong in the Lord.
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