Days as a wolf in sheep clothing
In the house of the Holy
I am the serpent that slithers
In the garden of the feeble
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The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
Sunday
Days as a wolf in sheep clothing
In the house of the Holy
I am the serpent that slithers
In the garden of the feeble
