pain brush
paint the pain nailed to that calloused tree paint the pain the thorns felt for the holy brow paint the grief for mankind when they failed to show any paint the love for mankind when love was the last thing on their minds paint the blood that could not be nailed to that lowly cross
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ndowie
I am a teacher from South Africa, married with two boys and I just love LIFE. "Words are spears and the absence thereof is a detriment to the armour of the soul".
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