[ Wolfwood isn't poetic. not much of Gunsmoke is. his is a tenuous grip on grammar and a tendency to dip towards the planet's typical twang more often than not. but he has verses for days; never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. the sun will not beat down on them, nor any scorching heat—even without the good book in hand, if you asked, you would receive.
and this sounds like a verse. but it isn't. he'd know. ]
D ALSO in case that weren't... clear...
and this sounds like a verse. but it isn't. he'd know. ]
Where'd you learn that one from?