Monday Evening 2

Well I put the washing on and went for a walk, came home, put the washing out.
A breezy clear evening with the sea roaring in the wind, lovely.
I wondered what it would be like to be sleeping outside, looking at the stars.
If this nightmare with the diocese and the tinpot island doesn't end soon,
I will likely end up as a rough sleeper to save my life again,
or I will end up dead.
Something has to give,
and there is only one of me and I am weak and beaten,
and those who have destroyed me and are destroying me,
are are undented and undentable,
unless there is a God of Justice and Truth,
and if so, I pray to Him, in Jesus Name,
for release from the destroying diocese and island.
Amen

I am just watching the end of 'Once More with Feeling'
and then it is bed time,
to wake with dread to another day of being destroyed.