The joys in life scared him like the open maw of a beast None can stop the horsemen no medicine man nor priest. His heart made him foolish
By Dylan Garcia6 years ago in Poets
Elaborate prophecies, And provocative fables. Characters, seen but not known Renders my heart unstable. Somehow I forget to breathe.
Our God is only the mask we wear, pantheon of faces we pray to. Bibles and Grimoires, with words of a truth we fail to grasp.