Reconciliation

November 18, 2010
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Priest behind the religious wicker basket, me kneeling and spitting sin setlists.
Judgement, holy hunting for the fearful sin in my heart.
Running, dying, exploding, i'm sighing don't want to cry tears shaped like hearts.
He tells me to pray to my mother, but i thought idolatrous acts were punished by
death in anonymous.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback