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Sorry for the silence. Been busy with the new job.
A few minutes ago I received a word, though. Bro fell down on his way home and shattered his kneecap. He's at the hospital right now, and they'll do a surgery on him tomorrow.
Be safe lil' brother. Be safe.
Poem of the day:
In the silence of the Hung Man's Hill
when time itself was standing still
when the midnight's rain was sweeping the land
'twas a gift from higher hand
'Twas in that rain where he made his way
'twas where there was no light of day
forth silently, like ghost, if you will
to the grim shadow of the Hung Man's Hill
Therein he finally stayed his step
and without remorse, without regret
shoveled the earth so cold and deep
where thieves and murderers slept their sleep
Listen to the old wives' tale
disturb not the dead
for what is theirs is not for sale
but belongs to them instead
so listen to the old wives' tale
and disturb not the dead
And slowly the hours where passing by
as the moon was rising high to the sky
he gave a smile to his wicked loot
coins, gold, and a few rings to boot
But the morn was soon close at hand
that even he could then understand
but as he was leaving, he came to stay
as the wet, loose dirt did give away
So where there is no light of day
among thieves and murderers he doth lay
staying so silent, staying so still
in the grim shadow of the Hung Man's Hill
A few minutes ago I received a word, though. Bro fell down on his way home and shattered his kneecap. He's at the hospital right now, and they'll do a surgery on him tomorrow.
Be safe lil' brother. Be safe.
Poem of the day:
In the silence of the Hung Man's Hill
when time itself was standing still
when the midnight's rain was sweeping the land
'twas a gift from higher hand
'Twas in that rain where he made his way
'twas where there was no light of day
forth silently, like ghost, if you will
to the grim shadow of the Hung Man's Hill
Therein he finally stayed his step
and without remorse, without regret
shoveled the earth so cold and deep
where thieves and murderers slept their sleep
Listen to the old wives' tale
disturb not the dead
for what is theirs is not for sale
but belongs to them instead
so listen to the old wives' tale
and disturb not the dead
And slowly the hours where passing by
as the moon was rising high to the sky
he gave a smile to his wicked loot
coins, gold, and a few rings to boot
But the morn was soon close at hand
that even he could then understand
but as he was leaving, he came to stay
as the wet, loose dirt did give away
So where there is no light of day
among thieves and murderers he doth lay
staying so silent, staying so still
in the grim shadow of the Hung Man's Hill