A Man’s Soul 

“I stand high in the face of the ignorant 
and fall to my knees, humbled at the 
sight of a rose 

As a tree who’s roots grow deep 
choosing desire of passion over 
desire of loin 

I kneel, a footstool of truth 
A lover of all it’s forms 
the truth that burns and the truth hat 
cleanses the burns of the soul" 

*And sry guys been busy with family problems and life and other holiday shit keep me from posting. And I’m sry for you guys.*