parcelled out in spoons
Qurans to burn
my pith helmet self-crafted
shadows no cooler
the mercenary army leaderless
“At one wailing time it will fall upon my body as a bloodletter. At another time it will fall upon the crown of my head, as a crown of thorns. Such is thy god: my head is many thrones, many gates, the truth I did not know.” –@gods_txt
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