Where were you when God lost his way? When his silence spurned debates over who to love and who to hate? Where were you when love we crucified, or when we throttled grace until it died? Premeditated murder in first degree. Even these, my hands, are bloody.
Where Were You: A Poem
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Just a ghost piloting a defective flesh suit trying not to hit the eject button. (He/Him) View all posts by Agent M.