Hiding

For its fruits we know the kind of tree. I'm a bad tree and see no good one around but you. So please pray for me. It's your responsibility. Thank you. I'm sad and would be a good atheist if it was not you. I hate everything that is called by the name of Judah, or Jew, or Jesus, or Christ, or the God of the Peoples, Roman Church, Churches and Romans alike. I only love you. And I will hide cause I can't stand all this they, them, and mes. Only you. The One without a name. The Name every one claims to know but of whom not one cares. Not Him. But the you they forget about. The one I'll be glad to welcome soon.