Take Me to Church

My lover’s got humor She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick”, you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She […]

Fire on the Mountain

Every so often we get a submission that takes our breaths away. This is one of those times. This embodies everything we are about here at NART. Grateful to Heather for sharing it with us! Now hold your breath because it’s about to be taken away …

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