• As the leaves turn from green to brown and fall from that branch that holds them high,
    It is the season of hate.
    God guessed how horrid this season would be.
    We fail to see just how much Gods sick joke presses us into insanity.
    We melt and fall just as the leaves.
    As we sin and sink to the lowest level.
    We melt into darkness and grow within shadow.









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