i am as heavy, as the grace of Saint Ford, The hopeless twink who fucked the daylights out of every last monk at the Evenshire Abbey— The weight of his grace was Legendary. but still again, not yet enough. Nothing in this kind of slump, this kind of chaos This kind of manic evil forest Has enough of what I need…. Not even the death! Of the dew on my tongue! As all my light fades- Under the kiss of the Morning Star. i want all that fire to fill me up but nothing ever does
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The weight of his grace was legendary 💀💀💀