FLARE on GOD 13 They’ve forgotten meAs the whip tore my skinHanging on the treeDying for all sinO shame, O shame that they cannot see. Others are Reading If Wishes Were Roses Clear Starry Sky Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: My Children Weather the Storm, My Friend Can’t Get Away The Cruise Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 2 × seven =