The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle The Master Testo

Testo The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle The Master

my insides are weak when hands are the voice and minds are destroyed what truth do I know if I know I don't live and my insides aren't there my hands serve a structure and truth I do not know what invention is this that covers my eyes and weakens my insides what creation is this that makes children cry and makes fathers die my hands serve a truth I do not know