DANGER OF THE SINGLE STORY: MANIPULATION AND DECEPTION ELIMINATES THE POSSIBLILITY OF CONSENT

I come to the garden alone

While the dew is still on the roses

And the voice I hear falling on my ear

The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me, and He talks with me

And He tells me I am His own

And the joy we share as we tarry there

None has ever known

I'd stay in the garden with Him

Tho' the night around me be falling

But He bids me go thro' the voice of woe

His voice to me is calling

What!  

He did~(6?9)~did eH

NOT

have
 a
choice?

THE 

DANGER 

of

PSYCHOLOGY(?)OF(?) RELIGION

Can't help but feel sad

for 

 G. ROBERT(BERT)GARY, JR. 

M(?)Div 

and HIS mother.

A little bit at least ,

anyway.

 Testosterone(!)Bob,

thy father

(Rev.) G. ROBERT GARY, SR. Th(?)D

laughed when that day 

I 

said:

"I LEAVE MY 

ASSHOLE 

AT HOME ON THE TOILET WHEN ALL ALONE!"