The wrath of love
and fruits of my labor,
haunted at the eve of day
I sin again.
My soul shall fret and scorn beyond
the fall of man and risen son.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
The wrath of love
and fruits of my labor,
haunted at the eve of day
I sin again.
My soul shall fret and scorn beyond
the fall of man and risen son.
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