Salty tears stinging my wrists
As each one slowly drops onto my freshly open...
It’s much easier to keep running
Than to stop and think about life...
My trust is a bucket of water,
it's half full when you're around...
Neither heaven nor hell will have me
I claim no god that will claim me...
Gods my first thought in the morning
And my last thought of the day...
MY FAITH USED TO BE
FOR ALL TO SEE...
a theological eclogue on the subject of *nihilism
Marque...
Why can't you Let me be?
Why do you have to say things to hurt me...
So many people think
They can care for themselves...
New Jerusalem
By Mark Spencer...
The doubt I realize was always there. Satan had me...
Within a world now cast in iron, and all I have...
Is this to be my moral redemption? How to rouse my...