A thick red juice on my hand, I look to the angel in front of me…
Lets go back a bit.
I called my babe over, now she’s not been coming through lately. As a smart businessman I got insurance, to cover the […]
My last testament; the tale of thunder
In my birth a dangerous kind of lack;
The red shawl wrapping the stone- oh Mother,
Saving our lives, is the cape on my back,
It is the colour of the worshipping.