You are truly alone when you are a godling among men THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming the rending of flesh and thought this emergence from the quagmires of humanity into the light How am I to contain these visions? The flesh wants to run from the truth OH, God... some days it feels as if my legs will buckle from the effort of getting out of bed in the morning my thoughts are steel heavy hardened forged in the fire of God the weight is more than I e...