[logi_cal869]

I’m afraid of death, the magician who makes vanish and who makes odd things appear in odd places—your name engraves itself on a stranger’s chest in letters of char.

Disturbing.

[lee martell]

I’m still working with understanding her syntax and her use of the word “they”. Still calibrating the second half of her statement. Maybe English is not her first language.

[onthelookout777]

Then Job answered...

But as for me,
I know that my Redeemer lives.
In the end, He will stand upon the earth.

Even after my skin has been destroyed,
I will see God in my flesh,
will see Him myself.

My eyes will look at Him, and not as a stranger.

My heart longs within me.

- Job 19:1, 25-27