08-28-2014, 12:00 AM
"Cuz as me the almost-man looks up into that town,
I can hear the 146 men who remain. I can hear every ruddy last one of them.
Their Noise washes down the hill like a flood let loose right at me,
like a fire,
like a monster the size of the sky cuz there’s nowhere to run."
-The Knife of Never Letting Go
I can hear the 146 men who remain. I can hear every ruddy last one of them.
Their Noise washes down the hill like a flood let loose right at me,
like a fire,
like a monster the size of the sky cuz there’s nowhere to run."
-The Knife of Never Letting Go