Bones are broken but i fear it not, i was blessed with the voice of the saints
and tonight ill spit my vowels in your frowing face
This pity is beautious and full, I will be the one to put you back on your feet (if you fall down)
And endeavors build ladders toward the sky, each step taken is another breath
Take It
This pity is a good friend of mine ( friend of mine that i know so well)
Dearest d**h bed lover (ill save you)
Hello mr. poet you are one of..
my favorites and ill share with you my best blood workings
Portraits in stone