“I’m a fool of the fool” If they can, why not we Be aware of thee we shall be. Slyman, tenderman? Christ o’ lord, when cometh thou? Do they actually know Your three words hurt the most. There’s frost all around us The likes of you We miss the most. Continue reading

Just play along I took the role of Death As a friend – they suppose. I will divorce you from life Consider to enter By my invitation Which is… There? Continue reading