and, they stopped reading my blog.

A cloud has just been spit down the middle. Someone comes at me, from the skies. Forming in front of my eyes. This is happining.Watch out, other lives, it's a possible disaster.Or, could be beauty breaking, beauty that inturns creates majesty? Could this disaster be a reckoning of a lovely call of healing?To those whom tease these eyes and decieve, Watch your mouths dear please for it comes handywhen your making pleahs. and torn is your ability to ask for help or forgivness of inquities and these gates have flood and blood has shed, and your mouths to blame and your so called image, tainted, painted red and rest peacefully dead.your comments could on the other hand help others. if so do you choose.choose wisely because even the best of efforts in ingerity can be thwarted by a image thats telling.does it relate? is relevancy a prevelent message in her personality?there is more to tell, and more to see, more to believe that is not of tangible. and these thing we'll rest in peace, well know fully and in relief we'll see this has broken open, even the strongest of stonghold of satan. and where does the end lie, await good sir, friend, and we'll see together, unfold, now, the rest of our lives.