Dust To Dust, Ashes To Ashes. Halleluiah

Like All Of My Fictions, 'sinner' Is A Mirror. Look Into It And You Will Find Yourself. What You Do With What You See Is Your Choice.

Adrenaline Dulls Reason; Panic Kills It.

...most Men And Women Will Yield To The Strong Currents Sucking Them Into The Seas Of Ruin. Only The Strongest In Mind And Spirit Will Swim Against That Current.

What Matters Is Discovering Myself Under The Veneer, Under The Layers That Are Wrapped Around Me. There Are Two 'yous'; There's 'you', The Real You, And Then There's The Image.

God Is Obviouslt God, And Heaven Obviously Exsists, And Every Word Spoken Here On Earth Turns Heads Up There.