This moment, etched across time forever. Unceasing. Do you not see oh, Black Mother, we art the bane of thy existence. We are the eternal thorn which pricks thee, for whence you falter - we are the shadowy figures illumined overhead, laughing at your bonds.
This moment, etched across time forever. Unceasing. Do you not see oh, Black Mother, we art the bane of thy existence. We are the eternal thorn which pricks thee, for whence you falter - we are the shadowy figures illumined overhead, laughing at your bonds.
ikipr 1 year ago
an admirable trait
DraconicFeathers 3 years ago
heh, just like you said you would
DraconicFeathers 3 years ago
I'm a man of my word.
ikipr 3 years ago