Someday I know
I’ll be carving
Tapered, lead poison night
As the holy scribe
Writing from formed
Candle of animal fat
In nothing but rags and a loin cloth
And the scars of experience
Writing Challenging Boundaries
Someday I know
I’ll be carving
Tapered, lead poison night
As the holy scribe
Writing from formed
Candle of animal fat
In nothing but rags and a loin cloth
And the scars of experience