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You terrify me uniquely, Filling me with fear Only rivaled by that of death And why should you not? Men are raised up by you And pulled down just as easily. The Hound you mocked and marred, But you bought him glory everlasting. All around are your messengers Flying on dark, black wings, Sharing their stories to and fro So unnoticed by us all. Blood you demand And sweat with it. Streams and pools of the lives, And men and women and more are yours. Madness is your nature too. Great furies and frenzies. Rages, yes, but dreads as well Which turn strength to ice. You are all that and yet still So much more than that. Why should I not fear you, And why should I not be comforted too?
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
The Comfort of Death
You terrify me uniquely, Filling me with fear Only rivaled by that of death And why should you not? Men are raised up by you And pulled down just as easily. The Hound you mocked and marred, But you bought him glory everlasting. All around are your messengers Flying on dark, black wings, Sharing their stories to and fro So unnoticed by us all. Blood you demand And sweat with it. Streams and pools of the lives, And men and women and more are yours. Madness is your nature too. Great furies and frenzies. Rages, yes, but dreads as well Which turn strength to ice. You are all that and yet still So much more than that. Why should I not fear you, And why should I not be comforted too?
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
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