I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: IN THE DOG BOX OF SUMMER NO - COUNTRY 5.35 a.m. - the sun setting the wind drops chilled to the bone sweating - this land steps into a cold grave can hear the desert night moving in - this open womb is weeping & cold can hear the windy voice of twisted trees arcing in leagues of die-back - stubborn red stone refusing to budge or break somewhere a lost marsupial shrieks - then still can't seem to reach its trail                               its essence the scent of its sweat glands - blood of this soul those who are gone/ faces in stone families embedded in histories of soil drink in the blood of this no-country - be fearful to touch this body the sun setting/ chilled to the bone vanishing into no-country alone - close my mind breathe like stone - the sun setting - sweating who said this desert was burning? my blood is frozen      This website is part of my personal testimony that has been guided by The Holy Spirit and written in Jesus' name.

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