"Dementia Delicatessen"
Evil never tasted so good...

“Poetic Justice”
Where are the Spirits...

Asleep in a slumber,
Draw String Wrapped Tight...

"The Five Catacombs of Hell"
When I first got to Hell...

She cries and cries; she tries,
But she can't stop her sobbing eyes...

I wish I was an industrious ant.
I could do all the things now that I can't...

You stand in line at the dodgem car ride,
Eyes open wide watching bumper cars grind...

This world isn't what it should be
Marked by brokenness and inequality...

What Kind of Chance do we Have?
Brave in our Thoughts...

“Primordial”
3 Eons ago...

Saturday April, 10, 2021 3:04 PM
“Why the Serpent left the Vine...

Mr. Harris,
I dare say...