Since I can't have you tell me where I can find others like
It's the thrill of the game the lions preys before devouring says grace and amen.
the eyes want what the eyes see poor heart gets the blame.
Death of black messiahs
Secrets are never taken to graves the dust screams underneath our souls no six feet deep solitude will undo your actions the soil bears witness.
All the things we blame on the heart. But love is not blind.
