When the New World Comes for Me
WhovianPastor
They come in the night.They come in the quiet.They come in the shifting of laws, in the stillness, in the dark.With hands folded in prayer and lips curled in claws.…
Revolution
“The Weight of the World (We Will Not Bow)”
I wake up choking on a silence too loud,a pressure too thick,a world too heavy to hold. The sky burns, the ground splits,oceans rage and swallow coastlines whole.The wind howls,…