so affixed on battering a person or persons that you can ‘t see the love of The Father .
Sad thing is before me it was someone else and after I complete my assignment here it will be someone else . No love but an empty sounding gong remember . There is no telling what those close go through ?!
Listen JEFFY -
Because I DON’T BELIEVE YOU, doesn’t mean I “can’t see the love of the Father”.
The rest of what you posted doesn’t even make any grammatical sense, it’s poppycock, a word salad.
Tell me what I’m hiding, you keep avoiding that question.
Dreadfully deadly withering, life-obliterating, life-sucking harshness . . . as a minimum.