The craters on my skin, and holes in my conscience still peek through the paint.
Keeping my eyes closed does not protect me from heat of the molten metal.
Godliness struggles hard to compete with the authenticity of being human.
Strugglers
The craters on my skin, and holes in my conscience still peek through the paint.
Keeping my eyes closed does not protect me from heat of the molten metal.
Godliness struggles hard to compete with the authenticity of being human.
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