I prayed to God, I met God, I danced with God, I trembled at God, God trembled back, up the mountain to rid my half-brother of his sins I carried upon my back. Should have left a clearer runway to where you imagined we would take off from to escape your allowance of Hell in your beliefs in God, if God were so inclined to imagine us otherwise! © 2014 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)