What words can be said for the ways wandered by those whose bitter lips cannot speak a name aloud. What prayers can be said on behalf of the miles trod of those who would steal blessings from their own futures, savoring the sweetness of sin before it turns to ashes in their mouths. What calling be spoken for the lost wolves running free in the woods, that have begun to tame themselves. What cries can can accompany the sorrow filled night of lonely hearts seeking validation from another? What whispers can be spoken as light to a man who’s just lost a brother? What curses can tame the tempered flame of a judge of righteous thunder?
Pain and cost with friendships lost, dies set and cast of memories last.
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