I keep returning to this place and time. Under a darkening sky, the man hangs from a wooden stake, the intervals so long between wrenching gasps, that each one threatens to be his last.
More to religion
than pleasing
your imaginary friend
More to religion
than pleasing
your imaginary friend
I keep returning to this place and time. Under a darkening sky, the man hangs from a wooden stake, the intervals so long between wrenching gasps, that each one threatens to be his last.