Payge Gray

I feel called to change so consider this a rebranding

The smell of searing flesh, burning of bodies,

you leave your name upon this temple, your grave

You’re not the first to die here, but I promise you’ll be the last

The war is over, and here we stay

And I don’t promise that it will be perfect…

But I promise you’ll be okay.

Stepping into the beauty of destruction, I welcome what you grow of the decay

Memories aren’t lost or forgotten, they never truly fade

So allow. You’re meant to be happy. And you’re meant to start today.

Much love, until next time.