Please let me drown,
This faithless husk has lost every minute aspect of faith in our prospective crown, Thorns might have once adorned your brow... But hatred writhes within the hope wrought of greed within the religion You've woven for our souls!
In lieu,
Of a silent reprieve.
Friday, January 5, 2018
Moses & David Are Dead... III
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