All I see is doors, You’re looking at them picking the exit,But each exit is moreEach exit is an entrance to new merit. When I look at
Where does Hope go to die? Like the cat licking its wounds, wandering shiny eyed In the dark damp dirt on the garden floor, wide
7/10 regions on fire in my country….yet they call it a country of #peace
On se gratte la peau, on nettoie les cils. On boit de l’eau infestée de typhii
Ils se grattent la peau, et ils boivent du Lestac, dehors sous des corps la terre saigne.
9 is like something uncompleted, but with a tinge of very special. If God multiplied Himself, there would be 9 of Him. It could have taken 9
Let’s talk about it. Guns never solved nothing. They only create