Tuesday, October 27, 2015

A BROKEN MAN

Running out of words
Like no bullets,an empty gun
Standing tall on my knees
Seeking help for my needs
My fears are typed in tears
My strength fades into silent prayers
Who's the cure for the dumb
Where's the lamb of the damned
The blood to clean dirty hands
The one to make new this broken man

FROM THE DIARY OF THE FOUND SHEEP #2

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