The Legend of Met (Sin 28)
"In fact, I'd like no ban In what I do when hot, Seething hard against man., To kill, to hold back not. "It would be a release, Letting go of what churns, What churns bringing unease. That source decays, joins ferns. "It is power as well, Feeling underhand a shake, A tremble, being felled, Then nothing; that calm I'll take. "Voices may rise within To rouse me with blood guilt. I'll stuff it. 'Tis no sin,' I'll say; I'll ignore the chill. "Ah, when life writhes and squirms, Knowing what'll... Sign in to see full entry.