Hung with Ink

The tainted wings of the new minds are dyed in socially correct sheets and political papers. Red tape nooses hang from the governments wire. As the new people stand up to be slaughtered, we feed them seeds in a ruby encrusted cage. And maybe, just maybe they will get a chance to glance and see … More Hung with Ink


Faith is the key to success and the instrument to ones demise. If this is true then I must summarize. All my life I have work my hardest, knowing that someday there would be a prize. Then one day while having a revelation, I came to know, I finally realized. It was a gift, one … More Faith