The N Testament
22nd March 1999
My eyes are tired from looking
What can I say?
My heart is bitter and I cannot sleep
The dead cannot trust in your faithfulness
On the stairway, the shadow moved
I was going to the world of the dead
My life was cut off and taken down
All night I cried out with pain breaking my bones
My voice was thin and weak
and I moaned like a dove.
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Black and coloured pens, and metallic gel pens directly on the
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Photographed with a Digital Mavica at great speed
under less-than-ideal conditions.