Tricia panicked when she spotted those blood stained sheets.

Read the Poem.

What lies our country hides behind what we call rights!

I have made my decision.

Like a stain art that was amusing to me, it was pure stain to others.

This can run a chill up your spine. Perfect for Halloween.

Holding all the pain inside, while I begin to try to let it go free.

This one a county wide competition. Judged by a college prof.

Evil and its aftermath, with islam continuing its bloody history!

Spiritual poetry.