The crucifix inked on my neck burns me
A reminder of the ***** that stunted me.
Free will denied when imposed too young
The deception felt a lot like grief.
If I put a gun to His head
Maybe new meaning can be brought,
To a stain no amount of unlearning can excuse.
- don’t worry
Jesus isn’t dead, he’s ridin’ a unicorn to Narnia
20.04.14
Cuba
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
The crucifix inked on my neck burns me
A reminder of the ***** that stunted me.
Free will denied when imposed too young
The deception felt a lot like grief.
If I put a gun to His head
Maybe new meaning can be brought,
To a stain no amount of unlearning can excuse.
- don’t worry
Jesus isn’t dead, he’s ridin’ a unicorn to Narnia
20.04.14
Cuba
