The spirit of a warrior, steps over her cradle to protect her, while the other man steals her rattle. It's all in trades, this for that, and specific sequence. The baby rattle will be a tattoo on a Raposa in the form of a snake rattle.
So the spirit of the warrior… Lived in a two-year-old a thousand miles away.
She sees his shadow as she grows, and what was happening Flatt...never happened in ConCord.
Only the flesh sees the scars and disfigurement, and for every bruise and tear in Flatt a victory is won towards heaven. Remember the first shall be last.
And his shadow was always there. And yet her senses dulled...she was anesthetized to forget, until the time was right. And the Tim is know, bet your boys' bottom dollars, all the Mad Ants.
So the spirit of the warrior… Lived in a two-year-old a thousand miles away.
She sees his shadow as she grows, and what was happening Flatt...never happened in ConCord.
Only the flesh sees the scars and disfigurement, and for every bruise and tear in Flatt a victory is won towards heaven. Remember the first shall be last.
And his shadow was always there. And yet her senses dulled...she was anesthetized to forget, until the time was right. And the Tim is know, bet your boys' bottom dollars, all the Mad Ants.