Monthly Archives: November 2015

Kill that boy

Kill that boy
and let the Man be born.
Devour your fear with perfect Love.

The Man who made me believe

Friday night, you took an exceptional life – the love of my life, the mother of my son – but you will not have my hatred. I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in his heart.