Palm Sunday Was Years AgoSamuel Amadon
There goes Christ riding his donkey back to Portugal with wooden breast open meaning here in the real world I’m the only one preaching corners to children while the rivers rise faster than the oceans & mountains collapse onto cities they aren’t anywhere near & just now the great plains overgrew with volcanoes & the children watch & make little puck faces so it seems someone’s put pepper in the prayer & it wasn’t me so I’d say it was Jesus but he’s been gone too long for that.
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