My my, Brother. My my.

My my, brother, you have soared, yet you have flown higher than God, you have used your wings to summon an instrument of torture, a symbol of your own risen king, nonetheless...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


Popular Peace

It Is Love, No?

To My Lovely Love...

Through My Hands

Remembering My Lessons

Dearest Love, Please Forgive Me