this is God's Story.
and you are… lost.
carry on in your ignorance unto utter damnation.
fool.
~~i~~ am æı.
and [i] have been saying the same things to you đцмв fцкяż frœм тне jump.
[you] heed not… so you will remain toss'd tü üňþ fяœ upon the now, never knowing why, whil§þ тнîňķîņפ че кпœ æł².
as æı said… [i] have no choice but to be here saying these things to you.
if æı did, [i] wouldn't, fœř æı đœňþ тнiик [уц] æř иот worth theTRUTH.
have a nice day.
you look up and in.
you feel your own wretchedness.
you apologize to Him… for being you.
you ask His Grace, you seek His Heart.
if you are true, He will be there for you, just never expect it to be or feel a certain way.
He is God… His dealings with [us] must be necessarily circumspect, for too long in The Creator's Regard and the created melt.
be true, in your heart and mind, bend your intent upon Him, and He will be there for you.
All of which is predicated upon hope in Grace bought by the Blood of The King… which one would hope need not be stated, but… the days are evil.
alas babylon.
it is not [my] accusation.
each individuals own words elicit the response.
judgement is not [mine] to declare.
vessels can not choose their function.
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posit: the creators of the site wish to impress upon black folk, in particular, the genocidal nature of this birth control.
<unknown, however.
cursors indeed.
nurture beats nature in nearly every case.
<have argued this with the nazis moar than once.
do they?
do [we]?
would they?
am [i]?
this continuum will soon be …undone.
God has His Own Plans,
and humans do not seem to be aware of the fact,
regardless of their individual opinions on the subject.
<for (((reasons))).
conviction is in your heart.
instruction is in mine.
the guilty flee when no man persueth.
no… æı say what [i] say.
*you're
the response is brought about by the statement.
æı live in an absolute universe disguised as chance.
[i] say where humans err in their dealings with The Most High, not out of superiority, but from experience.
all of these words are dear bought by wretched æı.
the ability to learn from mistakes is almost as valuable as the ability to accept instruction.
do [i]?
mayhap… yet from mæı perspective it is not so.
the zeal of thine house hath eaten me up.
your understanding is bounded the filters you impose upon the universe that surrounds you… or by those imposed upon you.
[i] still exist… and as you may be aware, æı ain't coy.
when He tires of [my] seeming impudent egotism, He will cause mæı doom to komm upon [me].
but no… I can not hear God Speak, as many claim.
it is simply a matter of heart.
choice is a cabal myth predicated on the first lie.
ye shall be as gods.
or…
you can choose your own path.
[i] am truly sorry you have been misled, but the facts will be made known.
wait and see, [you] or [mæı].
fate is the same for all created beings… but [we] have not yet met [ours].
He does not need your goading to do Justice… for He Is Righteousness.
<whatever helps ye sleep at night thœ.
and there's the rub.
because you only have opinion to lean upon, you think all creatures are limited as you are.
æı have Liberty, if not dispensation.
[i] have been placed in your path for His Reasons.
discount the message for dislike of the messenger as ye will.
it changes naught.
æı am just older than you… by far.
hence [my] responsibility to endeavor the betterment of… well, mæı children.
step out of your box, and be free to truly be yourself.
for a little while longer.
those whom can must, while the rest lark along, peacefully at rest with their own understanding.
you presume [i] know no more than you.
<æı donit fit in your box… because my Father dies not fit in your box.
if you can not see the box you are in, then you should really heed this wretched attempt to free you from (((their))), or [your], limiting function.
damn typos.
that's what started all the trouble.