False.

The broken is familiar
Where time is not alone.
Humility is a lie,
And death is Real.
----listen to the cry
It Flies in Faces
Hides in Darkness
and Never says Goodbye
Can smiles be real?
Will love run dry?
All those shaken promises,
Pungent, evil words
Who will ever hear them?
and YOU WONDER WHY WE ARE ALL SO INSECURE------
I met a boy.
He had a Mole.
All the [pretty] people looked away.
They were so much better.
Whatever happened to a God of love and acceptance?
He still exists, but no one knows,
Because all the unbelievers…….
They Can’t see HIM in us.