The Resurrectionist

You clawed your way out Of a moonlit grave Through the clods of dirt Moistened with your own Bloody piss and tears When he showed up once more, Hand extended, offering immortality. He insisted that you believe he Was the one who loved you and Raised you up from the dead Promising, as he had […]

via The Resurrectionist — Behind the White Coat

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