Imagine God walking in Graham Ward's sandals. - God in Flesh
Annointing - participants carried the scent of perfume with them on their journey.
His eyes are dark with sadness.
His eyes alight with impurity;
his voice shakes and smile cracks.
He kisses my skin;
His dry lips soft against my skin.
"The deed is done" I murmur of beyond my volition.
I am to be crucified.
- Rianna
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