Old truths are stirring.
Hidden patterns long buried are waking, piece by sacred piece.
Sit a spell. The veil's thin, and time’s about to speak.
~The Bone Collector
Ezekial 37 "In the Middle of the Valley; it was full of Bones"
Old truths are stirring.
Hidden patterns long buried are waking, piece by sacred piece.
Sit a spell. The veil's thin, and time’s about to speak.
~The Bone Collector