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by tobias kinti Aug 1, 2020 category : Life, society / faith, religion
lets walk with the lion through black rugged hills as it hunts the center of the earth we will be as strangers if we follow the lion there will be glad tidings to the strangers that cast aside their flesh and the cloudy brews of fermented wheat and the dusty sap of tilted trees we will throw grit to the bonfires that call us back to those things we would rather leave behind and take up our arms to bleach the temples to storm the old gods of clay lets trust the lion sure there will be winds so scouring that our cheeks will flake and pits so deep that we may hear the old mother of monsters whispering her promises and mirages that will haunt us on dark red days when the sun seems final but victory is with the lion lets trust the lion lets be strangers to the kingdoms and walk with the lion