Born in sun sign cancer
your feelings mostly tender...

I went to a church
they gave to me...

Thou shalt not kill
or so it is written...

Does the dog miss
the stick or the caster...

Daylight is a gift
that often comes...

While Justice Sleeps, mothers weep,
praying for the violence to cease...

Sad to see a setting Sun
that has no hope of rising...

Your heart's so pure
but it is so cold...

God of the gaps
must needs perhaps...

I have never seen a homeless
person under a steeple...

When
cutting...

A million little pieces
are a lot of small things...