Christ said our tongues were to be our swords, but I honestly preferred a scalpel. I mean, he said it was cool.
and make hands... because the physician is at work.
for i speak to his name for his name of his name.
and all the wounds of Silence will scream until the hurt perish; like sizzling flesh.
and what of wound's death ? shall it be made undone ? therefore health ? a scar to remember, and a scar to bare: the marker of how many times we have become healed ?