My heart morns sin, brimming from fear of man. I feel the deep ache, as we cover our face. Compassion has left our hands. Filled with selfish plans. Look to the east, and eat the feast. For tomorrow you fight, with all of your might. -R.D.Jess
Making words mean something
My heart morns sin, brimming from fear of man. I feel the deep ache, as we cover our face. Compassion has left our hands. Filled with selfish plans. Look to the east, and eat the feast. For tomorrow you fight, with all of your might. -R.D.Jess