His oozing head was on her lap. Her vestures were soaking his blood. Her blood. Her tears were wiping his blooded face making visible, Was owning the… Read more “The Last Glimpse Of Her Son!”
Beneath the stars, aloft the verdures; Our story will nurture, subsequently my proposal and her acceptance.
Only the dead have seen the end of war. -Plato
On the name of Almighty, they are killing his children; In the greed of illusory heaven, transfiguring the real one into hell. -KN