On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride

Upon the cusp of blackness, we stare, I See a hope clinging to the everywhere, Religiosity is an interior pull Of white corpses Walking, without purpose but to be saved Through the mechanized wheel of Misfortune, where dead bodies aspire to heal. As if a preacher man from the Right Conceals the truth together, tonight Or if he burns with lies, that conceals his fate… … Continue reading On the Cusp of Blackness’ Ride

The Relentless State of Our Souls

The Relentless State of Our Souls by John G. Evans 4/28/2020 5:24:06 AM Through an uneasy task in seeking Christ we lie in wait ~ as the state of our souls,  in which we truly cannot hide, we witness: One’s fiery response that surely counter-reflects, and ascertains, behold one views the demons of oneself, holds true ~ embraced within the ambiguous eye. Continue reading The Relentless State of Our Souls