Ethereal Material

Bran-done Wyll-iamz



Apart of my darkened heart hurt, curses I blurt as my tears fall to the dirt, with a blood stained shirt from this enemey thats now burried beneath Earth, all my senses alert, gotta avert cops I need to assert a plan before all energy I exert, I walk along the outskirts til I hit paydirt, come along to a town where I insert a search for a holy church to be forgiven cuz my catechism was at birth, a cataclysm has risen in my rebirth into a man fully aware of his worth.       Vyllain

  • Author: Knoxvyll (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2018 03:52
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments1

  • ForeverJesus7

    That is a good piece. Continue to write. The Lord has blessed you with a real talent.
    Persistence is key



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