A quarter of my family died here. How many unborn cousins that I will never know because hatred had won?

With friends like these who needs enemies?

We came from nowhere, looking up to the sky, and upon the sands where our feet were in sandals. The earth shook and waves tumbled.

The truth will be said and for the sinners, yes it will offend, and then and then, after a while time continues onwards. But suppressing the truth is like containing emotions.

Connected to God?