Some whittle birds.
I whittle words.
God made us like himself
to make:
One birds,
One words,
Both for his sake.
For a man who fancies himself a communicator, and that of biblical truth, the man neither communicates well, nor promotes biblical truth. He wastes everyone's time with his nonsense as he parades around his self-approved poetry as if it aids anyone in anything of substance.
I guess this is more of his fleshly hedonism he tries to Christianize.
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