The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
Come and see the place where He lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead.
Alito: Okay, first of all, this violates ALL sorts of rules
Thomas: This was a LAWFUL execution, who is God to interfere
Come and see the place where He lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead.
Alito: Okay, first of all, this violates ALL sorts of rules
Thomas: This was a LAWFUL execution, who is God to interfere
Below is the page for my March Madness challenge!
Free to enter, and the winner will receive a @homefield.bsky.social hoops t-shirt of their choosing.
Password to join is: strengthinnumber (no s, ironically enough)
Below is the page for my March Madness challenge!
Free to enter, and the winner will receive a @homefield.bsky.social hoops t-shirt of their choosing.
Password to join is: strengthinnumber (no s, ironically enough)
www.prideofdetroit.com/2025/3/8/243...
www.prideofdetroit.com/2025/3/8/243...