Hear my song, bat kol.

We all make a choice whether we will riot or suffer in silence.

When we share our wisdom, we must be direct like a laser. A rifle is more suited for long range targets. Pistol whip for close combat.

A blade is much better, for it serves more than one purpose. To kill, cut or carve; knight, slash or slice; king, queen or knave, all serve my blade.

They say only a fool brings a knife to a gun fight. I say only the worthy will win when they wield mine.

I am my father’s one and only daughter. My father never had a son.

The river told me this morning I remind her of a 12 year old boy. That was weird so I laughed, shrugged and reminded her to finish filling in the blanks about the digestive tract.

Men in Black, agents J & K. The difference between me and MiB is that this K shifts things from shit into Au.

The Shinto called me Kitsune. The Canaanites called me Ketesh. The Greeks called me Eos. Close, but none of these are my true name.

كَوْن

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