Lips spit: I am the chosen one. I am the way. I am law—
by force alone I shatter.
Men bow—dirty knees, tongues lapping gilt from the calf.
Sacrifice: tablets, inheritance, will.
Lips spit: I am the chosen one. I am the way. I am law—
by force alone I shatter.
Men bow—dirty knees, tongues lapping gilt from the calf.
Sacrifice: tablets, inheritance, will.
Northcoast Antiquarian 