are we not
godS?
you are the root
of my flesh
i'll make in your blood my blood
(he'll crop the land
with eager perspicuous grating
)
and mark it with his hands he who is the seed of my strenuous metting
of yours and i's
of ours
he's
a
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
are we not
godS?
you are the root
of my flesh
i'll make in your blood my blood
(he'll crop the land
with eager perspicuous grating
)
and mark it with his hands he who is the seed of my strenuous metting
of yours and i's
of ours
he's
a
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