I have killed the thing I loved and seen the beauty of its demise. His words, not mine. But I understand them well, for I do not kill what I do not love. Look at this creature in my hands – know thou I love it? Broken as it is, its tiny body smashed by my own hand, I love it still and always will. My act was one of mercy. Let me kiss you little sparrow, for you have known life and now you know peace!
The Book of God
The Book of God
The Book of God
I have killed the thing I loved and seen the beauty of its demise. His words, not mine. But I understand them well, for I do not kill what I do not love. Look at this creature in my hands – know thou I love it? Broken as it is, its tiny body smashed by my own hand, I love it still and always will. My act was one of mercy. Let me kiss you little sparrow, for you have known life and now you know peace!