Posted on June 16, 2020 by mercuryrizingopaque Posted in PoetryTagged Faith, Poetry, Tithing, Writing My Tithing has no Faith-Unfulfilled plate; Whence Kings once ruled, the Gods have taken cataclysmiclley. Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestPocketTelegramWhatsAppSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related