A Blood Theater
Long ago in the faraway epic the story teller speaks in septic Pertaining of seven deadly romances with a gothic shakespearean dance wrath greed sloth pride lust envy gluttony
the story tellers voice flexes with epiphany as lovers of wisdom shrieking turn a deaf ear for searching of their own soul they fear Spiritually unprepared for the death lurking there let Jesus mortify them all now if not when where For the least of the seven will drag you to hell you set in a theatre loving to be scared time will tell * - - John beam for the In faraway contest by Giorgio V. - spiritual
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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