Poems from Fowlks1121
Melodies
She walked in the front of the stage where she
Grabbed the microphone. She opened her trap and sounded as beautiful as the blue...
Melodies
She walked in the front of the stage where she
Grabbed the microphone. She opened her trap and sounded as beautiful as the blue...
That Book
That book.That bookthey saidHe said.
E’vrythingwe needed toknow beforeHe was Dead.
Crucified.to saveour souls.
He died forwhat...