Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing

Look Past Your Thoughts, So You May Drink The Pure Nectar Of This Moment.

When You Eventually See Through The Veils To How Things Really Are, You Will Keep Saying Again And Again, This Is Certainly Not Like We Thought It Was.

I Am Sunlight Slicing The Dark.

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To Find A Home Somewhere That Is Not A Where.