Did you not see?
The clouds sailing on high?
Suspended by hopes unbegotten...
Only the sun knows now...
That moment...
God composed a scene for me...
As blood trickles from His wounds to the ground.
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About Me
- Isaac-Zhin Teng
- I'm a freelance architecture graduate living under water coloured skies.
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