Shakespeare
April 30, 2017
“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Then rang the bells both loud and deep; for God is not dead nor doth he sleep”
“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Then rang the bells both loud and deep; for God is not dead nor doth he sleep”
The darkness fell upon his face, while the sky turned black and the thunder cracked. His body hanged bloody and broken. He choked on His own blood from his torture by taking our sins among those before us and those yet to come, crying out “Father, Father why have you forsaken me?” Tears find their … More Noon until three, I weep for thee…