When you said tulips. I knew that you're mine. When I caught you there. Crying in the night. Wearing my jacket. Wearing that smile. I knew that I'd found you.
Attention, unbelievers. Fashion victims, opportunists. Blood sport, cop killer. Don't trust art, don't trust culture. . Cancel your thoughts out forever.
Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone. It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion. So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath.