There no atheists in a fox-hole.
Not in my yard anyway.
From my window, all I can see
are a playful family of
omnivorous mammals
— Suffering
the long —
— dark,
night —
of the
soul
There no atheists in a fox-hole.
Not in my yard anyway.
From my window, all I can see
are a playful family of
omnivorous mammals
— Suffering
the long —
— dark,
night —
of the
soul
