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"Give me your trust, said the lord of the war.
On my shoulder's I support the sky.
Trust me to know, and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the color of death.
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,
For I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead, and to judge, and to rule,
And no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death."
On my shoulder's I support the sky.
Trust me to know, and to do what is best,
And I will take care of the rest.
But trust is the color of a dark seed growing.
Trust is the color of a heart's blood flowing.
Trust is the color of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the color of death.
Give me your trust, said the queen on her throne,
For I must bear the burden all alone.
Trust me to lead, and to judge, and to rule,
And no man will think you a fool.
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark.
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark.
Trust is the sound of a soul's last breath.
Trust is the sound of death."