By Your Faith

Aislinn Wilson

I will tear chunks of flesh from your back, and I will feed it back to you.

Mouth to mouth, open beak below.

And. You. Will. Call. Me. Provider.

You. Will. Call. Me. Saviour.

If we make mountains out of molehills, then by your faith

It shall move.

  • Author: Aislinn Wilson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2019 10:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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