Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child by Norma Jean

The Entire World is Counting On Me...

by Norma Jean· from Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child

Running away from this earth. May it pass away in the beautiful flames that it was created for. Because when tomorrow fails to come, today is just not the same. Inflamed earth. Roses. In this hope. For all i care set it all ablaze.