I drew blood from a stone
I gave flowers to a crone
I lit fire out of bone
I fed sinners to atone
Past stitched and sown
No breath, no tone
Nothing to call my own
Hey guys, I am sorry for this late posting. I have been working on a longer post and I really want to refine it and write something good for yall <3. Furthermore, I am currently writing a specific poem to accompany the aforementioned post. I freestyled this poem for you as a sorry… Enjoy.