I'm the reason that Creation
Bled
Tearing through the garden as I
Fled
Fists that shook the heavens clenched in
Dread
He seeks for me, and only sees the
Dead.
My Father is a painter all in
Red
His brush is every hair upon my
Head
I'm alive because my brother's
Dead.
He looks at me through Him
Instead.
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
1 comment:
Amazing. Actually gave me shivers.
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