THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Saturday, December 29, 2007

So...

I was digging us a trench.
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You thought it to be a grave.
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I had to bury you.
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, indeed.
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(The) rest (is) in peace now.
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