They say trust me. Trust me. Like the words themselves hold some weight, some magic, some invisible armor against the truth. They come to you with smiling faces, firm handshakes, their eyes steady and voices low, as if loyalty could be whispered and believed just by saying it enough.But the world is old, and the world is tired, and men and women ha

Ill Leave Names out she knows who she is she turned her back on Gods GloryI stayed and did it by my self for my father all For His Glory Praise GodIt all started with betrayal, you know? The kind you never see coming, and when it hits, it cuts so deep. My so-called friend—the one I trusted, the one I thought would always have my back—laughed at