Enough of this stuff. Stand up in the light of day and tell your
stories. All of them, right from the beginning. Admit that what you’re
confronting now is the end result of 40 years of conservative politics
and all the government-is-the-problem malfeasance you’ve been imbibing
since you were wingnuts in swaddling. The fire’s licking at your ankles
at last. Come out of the cupboards, you boys and girls. None of you are
heroes.
Context: my teacher translated the verb “to grasp with one’s hand” as “to fist” since that’s kinda what it literally means, but you can’t translate it like that into English because “to fist” means something ENTIRELY different, but she doesn’t know that.
So she was explaining how they use the verb to describe the angel of death taking your soul — he rips your soul out of you with his fist. Now that’s pretty damn metal, but she said word for word “the angel of death fists you, and then you die” which is the single most terrifying and powerful sentence to ever grace my ears
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