Your trembling hands might be weaving a fiction, but I still feel the cold weight of those iron walls you claim to have felt.
I dreamt the melting walls were iron, and I refused to be strengthened by anything but my own shaking hands.
A reading from Psalms 140:5
The men of pride have put secret cords for my feet; stretching nets in my way, so that they may take me with their tricks. (Selah.)
— Psalms 140:5 (en_bbe)
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