Whoever God Loves Will Be Treated as Such

Coming to the primitive years, he transformed into a tree, giving vitality to the wilderness and divinity to mortals. When you are weak, you worship me; when you are strong, you covet me. When the ax falls, the roots are broken, and the sacred tree overturns. The world divides my power and considers itself the messenger of the gods. They thought they had stolen the power of the gods, But I don't know that the real God never dies. This is just a kind of relief.