The Witch's TongueThe sky was still and heavy. I sat alone, listening to the wind slide over the rooftops like a whisper that didn’t want to be heard. That night, God spoke. Not in thunder. Not in fire. But in silence beside the television set. He gave visions. Six or seven, clear and hard as bullets. And one of them — one — was dark enough t

Ill Leave Names out she knows who she is she turned her back on Gods GloryI stayed and did it by my self for my father all For His Glory Praise GodIt all started with betrayal, you know? The kind you never see coming, and when it hits, it cuts so deep. My so-called friend—the one I trusted, the one I thought would always have my back—laughed at