[Redbook2:37A][19740206:1750][The Killing Kind] [6th
February 1974]
(Copy)
19740206.2750
The Killing Kind.
She was of the killing kind,
Little understand;
In her crawled the powers that bind:
On her face the brand
Marked the twisted spirit’s ways,
And the flames they fanned.
Every debt the spirit pays
Sees a debt arise.
Every deep-creator prays
While the arrow flies:
One that saves, save this one mind
Ere creation dies.
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