No. 186
- S A I N T N O S
- Dec 31, 2017
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 19, 2020
My will.
My god given right, my regeneration.
O how wonderful it feels, the rain against my face, eroding away every culmination of my breath.
Look how beautiful it is, the triumph of the spirit and the submission of the will.
look how beautiful it is, the submission of the spirit and the triumph of the will.
O how wonderful it feels, my face against the rain, revitalizing the very essence of my being.
My god given right, my degradation.
My breath.
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