Lan Maningzhoue

Fellow of the Apothecary Guild

Physician, heal thyself, for thy heart is bleeding

A fixer of people, a righter of wrongs, a great thinker
And yet your own soul is full of lesions

Bleed out your hope into the ether, dear doctor
Let it all soak up until you hemmorage and die
Because you have faith
But it is faith in nothing

So heal the sick
Seek the your stone, dear philosopher
Sell your skills like the mechant you are

But you are bleeding, and it will take a miracle to fix you now

But wait
I will show you that miracle
I will give you a direction for your faith
Just as you made me possible, so shall I give you the impossible

And it will tear open your spirit