A Prayer to the God Who Fell From Heaven

If you had stayed tightfisted in the sky and watched us thrash with all the patience of a pipe smoker, I would pray like a golden bullet aimed at your heart. But the story says you cried and so heavy…

If you had stayed tightfisted in the sky and watched us thrash with all the patience of a pipe smoker, I would pray like a golden bullet aimed at your heart. But the story says you cried and so heavy…