Lieing is a tapestry, the more you make the more you own, random is a thing for failing to get through woods, the truth is a nudge in the fishes tail. For every one path there are several leading from it, grace is following one. A wood is a for confusion, to strike the nose, and at its centre a fact pole, a tower of sanities, hero etc, hidden by the wood.
Is your God one who plants a wood for you... marujuna
Is your God one who shelters your tower of sanities.
In a tribe blame the addict, then the chief, or alternatively be a civilized make gentlemen out of soldiers, and knights
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