⚰️☠️ PREACH’S PARABLES: A DAILY RECKONING ☠️⚰️
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 “Hard Truth, Six Feet Deep” 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
📅 Saturday, April 26, 2025

They mocked the crow when he broke from the dust,
Called him a fool, a dreamer, a husk.
"No feast in the fields, no fire in the sky—
Only bones in the dirt and the last winds to die."

But the crow did not falter, and the crow did not fall.
He rose through the ash, he outflew them all.
Above the jeers, above the stone,
He found the winds they’d never known.

He vanished into the bruised red cloud,
While cowards below still barked aloud.
And when the crow crossed over the ridge,
He drank from the river and feasted on figs.

The ones who mocked stayed rooted in fear,
Blind to the harvest that waited near.
For the ground feeds those who dare to cry,
But the sky belongs to those who fly.

🔥 The ground feeds the mutterers.
The sky feeds the bold. 🔥