The sword sang on the barren heath, The sickle in the fruitful field; The sword he sung a song of death, But could not make the sickle yield.
“Sometimes you listen back and it’s like, “Why did I lose the thread there” or “Why did I insert clumsy comparison here,” but this is one where I feel like everything was in its place.”
billy woods | The History of History
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