We’re too weak, the way we are, sitting on our piles of gold pretending nothing exists beyond our walls. We need to be ready. And yes, that does mean blood.
A rational man, but he hated the dusk.
A rational man, but a guilty one.
We’re too weak, the way we are, sitting on our piles of gold pretending nothing exists beyond our walls. We need to be ready. And yes, that does mean blood.
A rational man, but he hated the dusk.
A rational man, but a guilty one.