Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Stag Rune
Apparently, they hadn't changed the marquee since Holy Week.
He died for you, it read.
Well, there's the difference between the Old Ways and the New, I think, driving past: It's all in the tense.
One's about sin.
The other, food.
The Horned dies to feed us every day.
If he didn't, we'd starve.
He dies for you, says the witch.
Stag Rune
Stag run through with a spear,
Stag hung from a tree,
Stag strung up to bleed:
glory, Lord, to Thee.
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"He dies for you" --really beautiful thoughts here. Thanks so much!