So a madman walks by
So a madman walks by— Majestically. Clothed in rags and ropes, tangled with filthy knick-knacks, Trinkets of trash scrounged from […]
The reformed thinker
Death died today by Funmike Jegede
Death died today … And how sweet was the sound of hell’s mourning cry. They had controlled us, Subjugated us,
Were you blown away
Does Heaven weep and mourn over you,
As you blatantly trample on the blood that was shed to make you holy?
Tell me, are you puffed up and power-drunk?
Blind to the mercy that offers your next breath?
Do you even care to spend it with Him, talk less of eternity?
