How oft do you see men walking through the streets having eyes begging to be met. How oft do you see them roaming half-naked, not showing but showcasing their open wounds. Not clanking money in their pockets or whatever vessel they hold, but walking shamelessly, barefoot, with something below the waist. And with it they […]Read More Painting pictures of beggars down the street!
One knows when it comes to take it, when one had enough to fake it. All false words behested, and the base washed off and shaken. Bygone the pride, now chasing here comes pride’s pyral None escape it. And then burned the darkest pyre, some did whisper, some dear cried. Fear of sins they tried […]Read More Pride’s Pyral