Consumed with pain, like worlds ripped apart, my legs spread open, the passion of being nailed to a cross. Affliction and fire, like tidal waves rages through my body until ….
…. I hear the first faint cries of my bloodied first-born son.
Consumed with pain, like worlds ripped apart, my legs spread open, the passion of being nailed to a cross. Affliction and fire, like tidal waves rages through my body until ….
…. I hear the first faint cries of my bloodied first-born son.
