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He was in a bind but he embraced the sacred.
God knew his face and held it but it still didn't save him.
And I see far horizons where the lambs lie with lions
But there are poppies growing over where my friends are lying.
The hedgehog's dilemma. This was all Olivier's fault. He had let Roland get close to him and now Roland is bleeding. He really hadn't meant any harm by it, the opposite in fact. He was just so sure that it was what he needed to do, for Roland, for him.
Roland was never meant to get hurt. But he was, and only Olivier is to blame.
When he had come to the priests with his concerns they had dismissed him saying, "What the light promises will let us all thaw."
They didn't care. Olivier needed to find Roland.
I cannot keep holding my own head underneath the water.
Where the light promises thaw even.
Olivier had packed his bags that night and walked past the same pond on his way out where Roland had held his face.
How could he live with himself knowing that he has taken that away?
He set out on a road he'd never been on to what he could only assume to be the city. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't too sure about anything these days.
You are no longer afraid of the dark.
Not a dark you let into the light.
Were you singing?
I wouldn't know in whose hands are my hands.
I could only kill what I love.
I don't think it matters what we think.
The ghosts still believe in us.
More the fallen from which she will eat.
What is hunger is not protected from knowing about the bones?
God can't say maybe soon if not tonight.
I'm going out beside the highway and opening up.