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A week ago I had a dream where I was in a dense jungle and I was chasing a lion. I got to a clearing and saw it, then I looked down at the prints that were laid.
It was then that I heard a poem, that was recited in 2nd person. This is the best I've been able to transcribe
The Savage monster forced a battle
in which your father died
you the lion on this journey
must defend your pride
These prints! Are they the enemy's
from the vicious raid?
Sadly, no, these prints are yours
from the circles you have made.
It was then that I heard a poem, that was recited in 2nd person. This is the best I've been able to transcribe
The Savage monster forced a battle
in which your father died
you the lion on this journey
must defend your pride
These prints! Are they the enemy's
from the vicious raid?
Sadly, no, these prints are yours
from the circles you have made.