Count Me Then, a Fool

It is time to kill, murder, injure, wound, disabled, incapacitate, mar, mutilate, lacerate, deform, destroy, mangle, and maim.  For it is Spring among the modern world.

Already there are bugs crushed against my truck.  And soon the baby animals will be born.  Uprooted from life, the modern world will dispatch them willingly. 

“For there is profit to be made, and we must hurry about our business.  There is no time to be compassionate or considerate of God’s creation!  Only fools speak of returning to our feet and hands!”

Are you proud of what we have accomplished?  Are you willing to stand before God and boast of our mechanized world?  Do you think he doesn’t notice?


By His Grace


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