Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer. The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
When the Soul Cried Out for Meaning
Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer. The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.