I’m runnin’ from the hounds bare foot, dogs got my scent. I hear the warden’s call and the clank of his metal stick. They gonna beat me, rope me, take me down to the river to drown my sins away. O lord, where art thou? Now that your Shepard has bloodied the lamb, do you […]
S I N G—F O R—M E
The noise…it scratches
And darker deeds it shall witness.