:24:06
I'm sorry.
:24:12
Bones to berries.
:24:14
Veins to vines.
:24:17
His tendons to trees.
His blood to brine.
:24:21
Too strange for life he was.
:24:24
This mute-o now does leave us,
:24:28
recycled and entombed,
:24:31
in the presence
of Him who leads us.
:24:44
Smokers !
Dead out of the sun !
:24:51
To your posts !
:25:08
Oh, my God ! Oh, my God !
:25:21
- Kill !
- There !
:25:33
We are safe
behind these walls.
:25:38
- Aren't we ?
:25:45
- Let me out !
:25:50
Let me out !
I'll fight !