The hooves trot with haste along the stones to my safety Under the heavenly rays of sun my armor glints The gold and silver stretching from my neck to my toes with no interruptionĀ but the streaks of red splattered across my chest and painting my handsĀ I, the holy messenger, have completed… Continue Reading Unholy Hands Forevermore
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