n the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When - TopicsExpress



          

n the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed Theres a dyin voice within me reaching out somewhere, Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Dont have the inclination to look back on any mistake, Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break. In the fury of the moment I can see the Masters hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Posted on: Wed, 21 Jan 2015 02:04:57 +0000

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