Which Simon, what has he said and why pray tell must it be done without consequence of consideration? Blind members of the groupies that follow orders thrown down to people from balcony or parapet. Threatened by the mention of removing comfort that itself became the enemy. What then shall be done when God says obey yet your children are washed in filth, changed before your eyes and carried away as plunder to the plague?

We are an adulterous Lot, caught in salt pillory immortalized in our sinful lust of the eye to return and create Giants, demigods and embrace the whisper of mystery and pain. Shall the immortal call of a life without God win over the eventuality with which are gifted. Look twice upon my foolishness or fact and assign label to your quest or perish in ignorance. I would enjoy saying that it doesn’t matter your decision but each of you being precious to the Creator each one that goes the fallen route is taken with great loss by me and much larger by the King.

This is no longer a fast lap track in circles but one with import and consequence. Look to your steps and how they have somehow changed of late as each one taken away or toward is assigned weight and measure. I would love to tell you that things just don’t matter but the massive gravity of my words fall heavily from my lips that I may no longer deny their mass and legacy. This is the time of decision and pain, walk and remaking. The time when all things of man are reviewed, revealed and remade or torched in the eventual bonfire of humanity gone wrong through the deception of lurid sin.