The Feed

The Master’s shears are pruning each day More and more they cut and tear down Everything that bloomed for You. I say goodbye to precious...

I’m all alone with not a friend to lean on. My foes surround me, their feelings of hatred Echoing in the silence between us. Pain...

The words, the words They taunt me They spit and mock and sting They wriggle, worm, and writhe in me Such pain they love to bring. The...