Libbi

“My love, my love
Remember the cries
When winter died for spring skies
They roared and roared
But we grabbed our seed
And sowed a song
Against their greed

And
Down in the vale
Hear the reaper swing, the reaper swing
the reaper swing
Down in the vale
Hear the reaper sing
A tale of winter done

My son, my son
Remember the chains
When gold ruled with iron reins
We roared and roared
And twisted and screamed
For ours, a vale
of better dreams”
― Pierce Brown, Red Rising

“All your life, you will be faced with a choice. You can choose love or hate…I choose love.”
― Johnny Cash

“Liars make the best promises.”
― Pierce Brown, Golden Son

“Shit escalates”
― Pierce Brown, Morning Star