Break the wild, but fix her by the hammer
Stoke fire, but na’re let her breath her own flame
Decipher her secrets and extract her magic
You are god
Prophetic profit
But you are devil in one
And the devil deceives himself best
Break the wild, but fix her by the hammer
Stoke fire, but na’re let her breath her own flame
Decipher her secrets and extract her magic
You are god
Prophetic profit
But you are devil in one
And the devil deceives himself best
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal