The army will come,
With their guns, their tear gases;
She’ll bite into her fingers,
His fingers will move towards his chest
There’ll be quakes and mountains spewing lava;
there’ll be a broken heart,
there’ll be a broken spirit,
there’ll be sickness.
A cell gone mad,
A liver gone…
Originally published sometime in 2007 on a blog that no longer exists. Talks about faith, the Indian Tamizh Christian culture, and a few other things.
I can say that my faith journey began when i was a kid. I was, and still am, born into…