I am a sword, thrusted to the very end of their march.
At us and against us, I tell my brother to return- but he can’t!
As he morphs back in to human form.
These two things are a divination and dividing line for God’s purpose.
One we gleen all knowledge and understanding.
Now. The Book as his sword.
In which he can return home to.
Peering in to the vast atlas that is the Bible, he can now go anywhere.
Walking humbly now, fully recovered; fully recuperated. With the knowledge of his own strength.
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