Though the dogs hath bit mine hand
Verily!
A poultice shall salve mine wound and
soothe the ache
For gods reach back when we reach out
to return sacrifices which they take
May these scars purify mine heart
that the wound should not fester in the
darkness of mine spirit
and make me a rabid dog,
destined to bite again
I'm a private person who is blogging as a hobby. I think environmentalism and social justice are important causes and I hope to contribute in a small, if perhaps irregular, way.
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We Are Terra 
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