"The Virgin Mary prayed on the image displayed on the stain glass window, as if the worlds personal band aid was a prayer.The parade of colors shone letting dust dance threw the sunlight. Hands dawned upon the organ keys formulating a funeral march. Incense dominated the air stinging the noses of a characterless family mourning a lost one.
There tears were the TV programmed type of tears counterfeited from a small portion of you. This sight could of been fascinating if blood spewed out from there eyes in a fountain of hazy red liquid. " - An excerpt to something I am working on!
