If there’s a blessing, there has to be a curse.
If there’s goodness in the land,
there has to be wickedness in the land leading a beat of a drum alongside with a band for its own rebel stance.
There’s a masquerade to embrace the shades of grey, to coddle, pacify and comfort in disarray,
than being decisive and absolute what you are willing to walk away.
At the end of the day….
Who will you choose this day on today?
Will you choose to walk in faith with an authority to pray
Or mesmerize in fate for a snake to seduce you as a poisonous powerless prey?
Ter E Rucks (C) 2019