Anga's Mill - Timber Limbs

As long as my heart is beating
There is hope that these things will be fulfilled
Maybe here and now I will choose to believe
That what I have experienced so far is only a shadow of what is to come
The sweetest and most fulfilling moments lie ahead, I will stay at the vanguard
Fae and foe have guided me so to a placid land in forever change
I change and leap up and fall with a dive
I am crushed by boulders and great stones
Timber limbs replace my ribs and spine
I see dogs and wild animals feast on the fire behind my eyes
The sense is that some things have grown dull
And that others shine like silver stones and moonbeams across the sounding shore
I know the beast dwells close at hand
Blood and spittle and sinew mark his path where it bisects my own
From the peat verdant flesh
Marking the path home
Salt and light and ideals upon the loft
Luminous treasures rests upon clouds
And light pours over and folds in every direction
I see the dark and long for it so
The bitter autumnal sky and bleak cold
The taste of blood on the wind and cracked skin
What a mark it's made
Seared to my fleshy cinnabar heart
The sliver in my veins gives way to gold
Keep me my Lord, hold fast to your good and faithful servant
I will take up your banner and plead your fair cause
I know that you've hollowed my corporeal shade
Filling it with your own spirit
Thanks be to the Light breathing God and may we bring glory to his kingdom and crown
Here now haven't we ought to have a little bit of fun?

Fae and foe have guided me so to a placid land in forever change
I change and leap up and fall with a dive
I am crushed by boulders and great stones
Timber limbs replace my ribs and spine
I see dogs and wild animals feast on the fire behind my eyes
The sense is that some things have grown dull
And that others shine like silver stones and moonbeams across the sounding shore
I know the beast dwells close at hand
Blood and spittle and sinew mark his path where it bisects my own
From the peat verdant flesh
Marking the path home
Salt and light and ideals upon the loft
Luminous treasures rests upon clouds
And light pours over and folds in every direction
I see the dark and long for it so
The bitter autumnal sky and bleak cold
The taste of blood on the wind and cracked skin
What a mark it's made
Seared to my fleshy cinnabar heart
The sliver in my veins gives way to gold
Keep me my Lord, hold fast to your good and faithful servant
I will take up your banner and plead your fair cause
I know that you've hollowed my corporeal shade
Filling it with your own spirit
Thanks be to the Light breathing God and may we bring glory to his kingdom and crown
Here now haven't we ought to have a little bit of fun?
Fae and foe have guided me so to a placid land in forever change
I change and leap up and fall with a dive
I am crushed by boulders and great stones
Timber limbs replace my ribs and spine
I see dogs and wild animals feast on the fire behind my eyes
The sense is that some things have grown dull
And that others shine like silver stones and moonbeams across the sounding shore
I know the beast dwells close at hand
Blood and spittle and sinew mark his path where it bisects my own
From the peat verdant flesh
Marking the path home
Salt and light and ideals upon the loft
Luminous treasures rests upon clouds
And light pours over and folds in every direction
I see the dark and long for it so
The bitter autumnal sky and bleak cold
The taste of blood on the wind and cracked skin
What a mark it's made
Seared to my fleshy cinnabar heart
The sliver in my veins gives way to gold
Keep me my Lord, hold fast to your good and faithful servant
I will take up your banner and plead your fair cause
I know that you've hollowed my corporeal shade
Filling it with your own spirit
Thanks be to the Light breathing God and may we bring glory to his kingdom and crown
Here now haven't we ought to have a little bit of fun?

Written by:
Noah Newman

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