The gods regard me as a delicacy and covet the remaining "eternity" in my body. They tore the sky apart and cast greedy gazes. The cold light of their knives and forks reflected the long river of time that had been eaten away.
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"They ate eternity, they ate time, and now they want to eat me."
"Then let them know that some sparks, if caught, will be the prairie fire that burns down the Kingdom of God."
