¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
as we
| | |
anointed
sons of an herald servant
still stand a'donned in armor, able,
as prey to the furtive fowl
among the tiding drift as many,
and with our perennial love as but
the choice to cherish mankind,
the untouched host of sparrows
seem to marvel
as we
| | |
fly
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
as we
| | |
anointed
sons of an herald servant
still stand a'donned in armor, able,
as prey to the furtive fowl
among the tiding drift as many,
and with our perennial love as but
the choice to cherish mankind,
the untouched host of sparrows
seem to marvel
as we
| | |
fly
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