If words can cut
Much more than swords...
Then sharp
I am.
Cutting to the marrow of bone.
Spirit
Honed
By tragedies stratagies
I tear the flesh,
Rend the garments,
And slice at God.
If words can cut
Much more than swords...
Then sharp
I am.
Cutting to the marrow of bone.
Spirit
Honed
By tragedies stratagies
I tear the flesh,
Rend the garments,
And slice at God.