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| Blood Tempering |
and the new, declarative
of my lore, more proud
than wise but claiming
wisdom as my due because
I work so fucking
hard, don't you know.
Oh
God, I keep chasing after
You and I am clubbed
upside my bruised brain
again, again. I am pig
iron until You
temper me in fire
and ice. I fall thus impure
and come out bright steel.
August 11, 2010 3:00 PM
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| Tempering Colors In Steel |
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