Gave none to be Given.

John 3:16

Eye the storm.

You will my sex

In all His Kingdom in the rule of sun and moon
I tale the scapes of his rule the high slopes of governance
I broaden my star gaze and breath new airs of revelry
I kiss your feet on my knees ad color the view with passion and conviction
I wound up in the seven spirits of my sin seeking consolation

I am blown by winds
Taken by nights
Brutal gesture of stark
Scapegoat my cause
Pathways and pastures lead to repetance
Hanged by chance
Helped by solitary
Cradle myself to climax you.


...Impared...