(wanderin’ free, wish i could be) part of your world

Confess, repent, atone. He labors in his efforts to abide by these three words. They’re his hope, his key to salvation, to turn over a new leaf and grow. To become a champion of life instead of a butcher. But Father sits comfortably on his throne fashioned by sanctimony and pietism as Damian's hands are sanded to the bone in an attempt to save all the lives he has encountered and his legs can't support the weight of the lives he has taken along with his verdict, heavy in its righteousness. Condemn, condemn, condemn are reflected in Father's ice cold irises as he scrambles to right his wrongs.No rest for the wicked.**A hair salon can be seen as a communal rest stop on the road of life.