The perpetrator of vices did not weave the fabric of life. Damascus does not belong to Slayer. He is like a snake that eats its own tail to survive. His days are numbered. He must fall like all the tyrants before him. He is being fattened for death to feed on. A lad named Heritage predicts the end of Slayer's reign of tyranny. Heritage is confident peace will be restored to the historic city of Damascus; because no known weapon is as potent as the human blood, nor will it be silenced by any warhead to be invented.
The perpetrator of vices did not weave the fabric of life. Damascus does not belong to Slayer. He is like a snake that eats its own tail to survive. H...
Of recent, Grace convinced Hope she could forgive herself for her reckless and reprehensible past. All Hope needed to do was to pick up the pieces, improve on her strengths and develop new habits that would help her achieve noble objectives. Hope put her indifference aside and embraced the promise of a new life. Helping disposed and willing women overcome the past was Grace's primary aim in life. She had done it many times without failing. But Hope's case took a bad twist. Mr. Snilloc insisted Hope could not dump her filth just like that. The balance tilted precariously every day. Like a cat...
Of recent, Grace convinced Hope she could forgive herself for her reckless and reprehensible past. All Hope needed to do was to pick up the pieces, im...