Healing Paintings

You without a name.
Who wrote of red sin thrown into the sky.
Parallelism is a curious dame.
Hate is desire hidden behind easy.
Dust claims anonymity.
You without a name.
There is a place that unmasks
Hatred and pain.
Let me show you where.
Tell me your name.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 921 AF.