I have lived in peril times feeling as though I am an Israelite in Pharaohs times Jacob fleeing Esau Ezekiel recording what he saw chipwrecked like a man named Paul in the belly of a b**** like creature anointedly cursed by an ignorant preacher disobeying my mother and hating my father with a passion that burns like acid as I cling to life to be born a new creature indeed my prayer is only to bud and plant enough seed for someone to one day weed and gleen enough to live on long after I'm gone leaving enough ground to walk on