And perhaps there is something crawling in between your ribs, but all you feel is grace. God’s blessing or perhaps not god but a Fallen one, it does not matter the a blight creature like yourself because you are only what it is you pretend to be. You are void and rot and sin and you are endless.

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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