A conversation of biblical proportions, with a sharp take on God’s view of us and the fallen. Work has to be done. Pain has to be endured. Faith has to be carried and used like a shield. That’s why it’s called the armor of God. This one starts in a hopeless place and keeps digging until it hits the truth. When you fall, do you stay there and rot in hatred, or do you look to the Heavens above, take the weight, and rise?

Brilliant poetry Fable, you’ve mastered the art of tone with this one. Perfect.