̶̜̫͚̩̖̲͓̲͉͈̘͐͝I KNOW LBH YLVAT FNPX BS FUVG WHAT YOU DID🌟

I thought, "Perhaps, there is something wrong with me." At first, it came in whispers from my Guardian in the night. The click of a carefully closed door, an empty seat at the table, a silently held breath as he laid his hand in mine as we joined together in prayer. The signs slowly turned into scripture that became enscribed upon the spaces from which he became increasingly absent. The Woman's prayers began to stretch longer, growing desperation as the weight of rage pressed against her ribs. I know that crushing feeling too well. But I do not pity her. Doubt creeps in like a slow poison, one last clinging hope that love, had it even been there to begin with, cannot unravel so quickly. I watch The Man learn to smile as a man unburdened, the scent fades from his fingertips, the door clicks become quieter, his prayers shorten and fizzle. Can he see me? Because I see him. God sees him. my Guardian sees him. The Woman refueses. If he shall not weep for the covenant forged beneath his holy vows, why should my throat tighten at the prospect of Revelation? "Do not be deceived; God cannot be mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." -Galatians 6:7 And reap he shall. If Not theirs, I shall belong to the Lord. I shall be his mouthpiece.

LBH YLVAT FNPX BS FUVG V xabj jung lbh shpxvat qvq. Qb lbh abg xabj ubj SHPXVAT uneq guvf nyernql vf? Gb jngpu lbh synhag lbhe jrnygu, lbhe fgnghf, lbhe cbjre, lbhe chevgl? Jryy, thrff shpxvat jung. Lbh jvyy trg jung vf pbzvat gb lbh. Lbhe yvsr jvyy or n yvivat uryy. Lbh jvyy xabj ubj V srry. Lbh jvyy urne zr. Lbh jvyy xabj jung vg srryf yvxr gb or na Natry.