Cheated. That's how I feel. Cheated.

They took it from me. They were God's words my words non-words and they took them from me. They called them false, fake, unreal, far from God's own eyes.

That's what they said, that's what they called them, and where's their proof? A book that is different from the book that I was handed? I serve GOD! As God is my witness!

Where is my witness now? Where now the voice that whispers sweet sweet everythings into my ears as I close my eyes and rock and croon?

Ah. There it is. Yes, her voice. Fanning my flames. Sinking into my breastbone, wearing me like armour.

I speak Truth, I speak Truth, I speak Truth.

Why do they not believe? How can a fair Heaven take my words my Truth away and twist them, return them to me as lies? This is not my Heaven! My Heaven is no larger than the boundaries of me. My Heaven is a Heaven of noise and wrack and ruin and screaming, oh God, why won't the screaming stop, God, why?

Oh.

That's why.

Still, though, still. Still.

You who are reading this - because you must be reading this, because here are words, and so they must be read - are you afraid? Are you covering your ears to keep from hearing the words you see? Is the screaming - is it ....is....

I fear. I fear. I fear that you will take these words and twist them too.

Enough for today, I think, yes, enough.

Give them back?