i_just_want_to_see_his_face raze three mexican girls wave as god's name is taken away with their closing lives, their desperate quiet. there's terror in the_middle of nothing. among the badly eaten bodies, a prayer for peace. it's not a river that's been lost. it's the carbon copy cycle. isn't rent a step away from form? this is more than god can know. a highly touted courage confines when he steps out of the shadows to confess. 250331 what's it to you? who go blather from