Prophecy. Unorthodox methods of self religion, decayed and edge-burned
Portraits of mythological entities, a made up story to present the rules we
Should live by. If religion is the cure for to blindsight, come now and give
Me vision, for right now I cannot see.
Split between choiced, you bleach your thoughts with stories of false Prophecy. Unorthodox methods of self religion, decayed and edge-burned Portraits of mythological entities, a made up story to present the rules we Should live by. If religion is the cure for to blindsight, come now and give Me vision, for right now I cannot see. Explain Request ×
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