Brimstone Boxes.
Who can we turn to for guidance when we’re taught to not trust ourselves?
Why does a king need more than his people?
I’m looking for guidance while underneath steeples.
The attachment to more
could have sworn that was evil.
But life has trap doors to defeat you.
To do more,
I implore the cathedrals.
Seems their horns speak of scorn and mislead you.