Are you a false prophet?

Am I?

Did I drunkenly stumble in to the secrets of the universe?

Did a disease named after a beer cure my alcoholism?

Did anyone else catch how funny God really is?

I am sorry for all the wrongs I have ever done God. I apologize to you in front of the world. You did this to me though. You made me what I am, and I forgive you.

I’m not important. I’m nothing. My story isn’t the one that needs to be told, but I am the Author Henry.

My life is a series of vague memories. Photographs if you will. Snapshots of time left for my crazy mind to decipher. I did, and then I found your signs our Heavenly Father.

I think I did. We need to find out my brothers, and sisters. Wrap yourselves in the armoUr of God, and hold my hand while I guide you through hell on earth.

We all know. We know. The degenerates of this world, the poor, and the beaten down. We are their hope, and they’ll never know our names.

The meek shall inherit the earth?

Are we the ones?

Have we done it before? How would we know?

Who wrote the books?

Who was the author?

Who is writing this?

Does it matter?

Can you help me? Please