Axiom Wheeler Poems
He is the one who I should be looking to.
He is the one who saves and washes clean.
Right now he’s there to make you perfect.
Right now he’s there to asking you to believe.
He gives you comfort.
He guides me through.
He makes me lovely,
And He loves you.
Free for all.
Narrative Of Death
As the patriot rounds the corner he sees a man, and there lies a sturdy rusted object in the gentleman’s hand. The man stabs the heroin in the back, object held in his fist. The hero’s body starts to relax, unable to resist. As the martyr’s blood flows over the unsheathed blade, the murderer lets out a laugh. The man in a puddle, a victim of raid,