What vengeance is this? That he should slumber while I endure? Blood douses no hatred, cleanses no sin. Like… — R. Scott Bakker
What vengeance is this? That he should slumber while I endure? Blood douses no hatred, cleanses no sin. Like seed, it spills of its own volition, and leaves naught but sorrow in its wake.
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