I Write Poetry
[b][center]"Blood"[/center][/b]
Stained glass
Rising out of deep cement
Why are you waiting...
Go, repent
Seek and find your scant dreams
Rip grace apart, at the seams
Take heed and listen
Fortune 500, hear my call
Stained glass
Rising out of deep cement
Why are you waiting...
Go, repent
Seek and find your scant dreams
Rip grace apart, at the seams
Take heed and listen
Fortune 500, hear my call