The Son (Jane Kenyon)
The God of curved space, the dry
God is not going to help us, but the son
whose blood spattered
the hem of his mother’s robe.
Peace Forever,
Firacub.
This Blog has been created in honour of those people whos thoughts and ideas are being posted here. These are not my views but they sure are my source of Inspiration and Salvation.
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