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The scared sheep go a-seeking, all for Exodus Twenty-Two. Finding imperfect speakers, too familiar with their familiars, reading minds and spinning falsehoods. Like poor Arachne, too proud to be humble, spinning her life out with her claims. Time to purge, time to burn, make your skin clean by cleaning the rest of the world. A deed without a name. Bloody, bold and resolute.
But fire leaves stains: a house full and a yard full, and you can't catch a bowl full - as high as a castle, as weak as a wastle; and all the king's horses cannot pull it down. Smoke. Smoke in the lungs and marring the hands, the crowds will be singed with their own brands.
Mark how you mark yourselves. They'll hear you calling, hear you coming. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. There'll be a welcome waiting. She's not your witch.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
[Private to the crew of Serenity; unhackable.]
It's inevitable; I'll make a target for their practices. They'll brings flames to the moth - it needs to fly before. More of them than you, and more of you than me. There are places for me to hide. Have to keep you safe.
But fire leaves stains: a house full and a yard full, and you can't catch a bowl full - as high as a castle, as weak as a wastle; and all the king's horses cannot pull it down. Smoke. Smoke in the lungs and marring the hands, the crowds will be singed with their own brands.
Mark how you mark yourselves. They'll hear you calling, hear you coming. By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. There'll be a welcome waiting. She's not your witch.
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
The instruments of darkness tell us truths.
[Private to the crew of Serenity; unhackable.]
It's inevitable; I'll make a target for their practices. They'll brings flames to the moth - it needs to fly before. More of them than you, and more of you than me. There are places for me to hide. Have to keep you safe.