When the world seems like hell.... When the world seems like hell....

Maybe the captor can't contain our footprints within; But aren't you my saint, ain't I your sin. Maybe the captor can't contain our footprints within; But aren't you my saint, ...

This poem looks to establish the maturation of the soul after it has continuously run through the ga... This poem looks to establish the maturation of the soul after it has continuousl...