by SnowStar » Sun Mar 25, 2018 5:48 am
That pain in the rear end moment when your sketch looks better than your lines...No matter how many times you re-do it. 8l
So full of hate were our eyes
That none of us could see
Our war would yield countless dead
But never victory
So let us cast arms aside
And like discard our wrath
Thou, in faith, will keep us safe
Whilst we find the path