purity collection

Red Top

I will never again judge the murderer
His ways no longer exotic
Misunderstood or rash to me,
Behind the headlines preaching purity
A collective casting of the first stone
A judgement upon me as I cross sides alone
How fear must leave you
As you null and void breath in bare hands
Master a godly days work and truly rest on the sabbath
Sleep, it may even come
To the morally dead and the spiritually numb