You just confessed To a murder that you committed You’ve made a mess Your freedom has been forfeited...
I want to look around and write something To hear the sounds, and write something To see the crowds and writes something To reach the clouds so that I can write something
I saw that headline on my Twitter feed from CBC Edmonton. I wasn't surprised to see it, but my curiosity was stronger than my desire to continue scrolling for political news. I opened the link.
“Death has been yours, Given by fate, Death has been yours, Korpis to date Death has been yours,
There is yet one man by whom we may inquire of the Lord, Micaiah the son of Imlah; but I hate him, for he never prophesies good concerning me, but always evil.” -King Ahab
What did a get from ready Quora's "“What is that one picture that describes the lowest point in your life?”
A snare is a trap that stops progress It drains all hope and keeps the captive enslaved
Not only do they practice, but they encourage Death’s malpractice, on the underage
Relationships are like a cute little apartment suit in Montreal.
A union by design To worship and resign To Him who assigned You to this faithful grind