Welcome.
fault of one, heart of none.
We are sinners,
You and me,
Our sins are all for you to see.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010 @ 3:02 PM
Four
thrown off your horse,
the ground no remorse,
all sense of belonging,
it faded with falling.
around in the muck,
warm; and with luck,
it begs you to stay,
a place far away.
you come to your senses,
all muck for is meant is,
a dulling of senses,
of all false pretenses.
the soil in your fingers,
a scent that still lingers,
forever remain.
on your horse again.
-S.
the sin in our hearts
in our silent farts
LINKS
Those connected, forever affected
ARCHIVES
A crime commited, a sin acquitted
CREDITS
thanks to these people, we don't have to use smoke signals anymore
All written materials are creations of Jon and SR.
Joshua Lam Jun Kit for helping us code.
'Dawnoflights' for an awesome skin.
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