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 The Spoiled and Disagreeable Young Man Something Terrible, a Poem of Inner Fear in the Soul Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Dreaming When the Soul Speaks – VI The Washing of Candor The Dopes of Cycling: They’re Here, They’re Queer and They Hate Cars Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * one × 7 =
