Thursday, October 4, 2018

Matchless



Through the cessation of a woman's womb holds our God,
A God of perfection and love unresolved,
Man's unaccompanied with sorrowful superiority,
Discovers in quiet lassitude, self-unmatched inferiority. 

 - John Hardesty 
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