Scrawled on the Bookk of the Seaa
We are mere raindrops falling on their vast ocean of history
Ripped page from the Bookk of the Landd
War bleeds blood from our soldiers, but the innocent suffer the most: drip by drip, their humanity trickles away, leaving only a shell of once was
Sermon taken from the Bookk of the Skyy
Death is a part of life – we should not fear its shadow. Our souls lay dormant waiting for death’s embrace. Let the winds carry this child’s soul to its final resting place… beyond our lands… beyond our seas… beyond our skies… in the world beyond worlds