Every once in a while, there are strange occurrences, omens if you will. The hand of God tugs back the curtain of history to hint that there is indeed an order to the grand scheme of things. A few days ago it was two horses, one white one black, galloping frantically through the streets of London. And the white horse was stained red with blood.
I mean is it not why the archetype of the inquisitor exists. The dispeller of lies and seeker of truth no matter what the cost. We live in a society so devoid of the truth that we desire someone root out those who would deceive us.
I mean is it not why the archetype of the inquisitor exists. The dispeller of lies and seeker of truth no matter what the cost. We live in a society so devoid of the truth that we desire someone root out those who would deceive us.
Fascinating about the horses in England.