Cold, hard eyes
Mouth drawn thin
Shakes his fist
At the slightest whim
Filled with rage
His heart too small
Chokes on ire
"What's wrong with you all!"
Myrrh is Mine, Its Bitter Perfume
1 year ago
In thanks Most Holy Spirit, Divine Counselor, Spirit of Truth for all Your gifts and blessings.
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