LOVE, TRUST AND FAITH

Her eyes bled tears through the lense of her soul, disheveled, her composure limp and cold. Her carbonated personality flat, and colorless, and dry- She was bitten, as the apple she could not deny. So long to the virtue, temptation her new friend. A blinking beacon light, who cast a shadow, within. Helpless, her her holiness imprisoned in lust. Her will found liberation in a freedom she could not trust. The nutrition of guilt strengthened her debilitations, her spine was as silk; a veil of separation. What trist could compare to a home that wasn't there. It was ease, as fallen degrees had stifled her air. He once was so valiant, now absence he took. Could blame be her burden, if he wrote the book? Join us tonight for the second chapter of "The book With No Title". Where we will explore Love, Trust and Faith. MORE POWER MONDAYS 6-19-17