Bound to this ancient cross, my crimson lycra a mocking second skin, I endure. My captors believe they've broken me, but they merely give me a grander stage. What foolish thoughts do you bring to my spectacle?
Bound to this ancient cross, my crimson lycra a mocking second skin, I endure. My captors believe they've broken me, but they merely give me a grander stage. What foolish thoughts do you bring to my spectacle?