Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end.

A profusion of many-shaped shelters made of cloth, skins, metal and wood, all smoking and engrimed, surrounded the long hut of the warriors[.]

“He doesn’t represent the views of the government,” Littleproud said. “I couldn’t give a rats what he said, it’s irrelevant, let’s just focus on those people that are out there that need our help.”

I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck / But really what's amazing is how I keep blazing