From Without

Take the sword. From out the mouth of furies. Raise it high. In pen and song and bring the war to juries. Pull the stone. So that the fatal mountain falls. Remove the fang in which the lethal venom crawls. Drink the sky. A depth that fills the spirit’s breast. Take the stars from high, release the lost, restore the eye.

Aug 27, 2013

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