They’re crucifying me Father, trying to hide the murder and slaughter of my heritage, my family, behind the body, the blood, the water and the spirit of a man they claim to be the God of gods. Those words will not rest in my mind, nor my thoughts in the clouds above, they speed bleed beam through their scheming pollution into space calling and calling my call far to you.
They call it supernatural, the spirit of the most high hovers over
the face of the deep water.
It's not at all academic, and very visible to all and sundry.
A true perception on life is this Theophany, a falling sky whom
all will see and every tongue confess.