Stone Fruits
Handcuffed to the shadows of freedom seems to make the light more confusing, I used to feel relief at twilight in knowing the break in my burdens will be eased, Now the dark cast judgement on itself and righteousness are now rooted to a confining evil,If there be rest in season may it call out to those who rule over Heaven an Hell before humanity breaks the stone fruits of all souls..
Copyright © Danea Scates | Year Posted 2016
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