Church of Man A crack, a fracture in the facade of man. Through the jagged slice I have seen your true face, but you have not seen mine. Though I wear no mask you force them unto me. You see only the mask you cast on me, like the paint that hides the page.Church of Man by ~number45
A shell, a face to hide the man. The men that hide the world. The symbols that hide our faith. The works of man that make the cross look like a triple six, have blended the light of Islam into night, they paint religion black with their whitewash words of beloved hate.
Oh, to see the day that what a man has faith in does not matter, only that he have faith. To take pride in that faith
is where future stories, pictures, and art will be posted. And there WILL be some this time. I'm coming back to DA full force and this time I have a clean slate. 
Tired 
| Colton Robert Don Burgess A.K.A. Number45 |
