Fallible

Fallible Gods mighty be thrown when the rumble stops they too be stone.

Life is now

Kiss of death,it isn't a fear of life stampedbut a life smoked, barely catching the emberthe fire that's deniedsomething to lend purpose to lifethe journey ahead darkunknown days and terrain traversed.Will no light lead the way?Will know one else seek the breath,the one I hold, till life decides to bless,with it's hand held out for... Continue Reading →

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