Moral man cries
beneath the twisted guns red shadow;
Cold death stares,
Bares grey soul sadness,
Moans, as furied bullets rage.
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This blog is a collection of fragments that when pieced together form a greater image. It will be an image of my life, an image of my thoughts, an image of my heart, and hopefully an image of God.
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