They're hurting me. The staff at the shelter.

Every time I talk to them, I have to take out my phone. Record them. I need evidence. I'll sue them.

"No, stop it! I'm not bothering anyone! Leave me alone!"

The Holy Spirit is working through me. It's showing me their true selves. Snakes. I can see it in them. Wrapped around them. Their faces turning into snake faces. They want to take me down.

On their wall. A painting. A slave is tormented by his master. Both stare at me. What do you think it means? I know. They only take care of people who look like them. I am the one tormented. Don't tell me they aren't.

I am telling you this. My lived experience. I have to run. They're coming after me. Again.

Hold on.

I'm back. Are you still there? Can you hear me? I'm back. Are you still there? Are you still there?

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