God’s Son

Life begins, Then, It ends. For better or for worse no matter what you represent. Either sprite bottles full of medicine, Blunts and other sedatives, Or, All the conscious messages, You're spreading in a world divided... At least in mine. Bliss, I used to find. In, All of my well-suited ties. Until I found myself... Continue Reading →


Feeling lost has been a familiar feeling. So much so, Anxiety becomes inert, Even if you believe you're exhaustively reeling. Those nerves become numb the more your mind goes blank. Like pieces of paper resting soundly til they feel every scratch, From a pen your entire soul has been imprisoned in... Derivative of Sin. You'll... Continue Reading →

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