Producer Feeds

Off North Clay Street, treasure chests inside earthen vessels show the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. There’s no fuss about the continuing carnage. Having done all to stand against the evil wiles, smile. Put on the whole armour of Amor. Sound the alarm. Arm our brethren with the power of his might. The detached silver Sony speaker is pointed at the expert portion of extreme park. Tunes play to the thrills and the spills. The boom box sits on top of an emergency call box. Push the button for help. Wait for red light. Push and hold to talk. Release and listen. The agency of the unseen director provides the producer with sweet feed. Here it is: He supplies all that you need. 

In any given place social distortion could only be for a time until you see the trail of pellets leading to his workmanship. Although never full ready, steady preps beforehand allow us to step forward in good works for Christ Jesus. People kill, steal and destroy in social security. The numbers are against us, rulers of the darkness of this world are not in our favor. The fire against the shield of faith intensely glares. The sturdy metal railing edged with diamond plating is anchored into the influential platform. A solo red and white cooler parks next to crushed Bud Light cans. An unattended skateboard sits on the metal bench.