Репост из: MORTESON
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Beyond the candlelight within the church begins to peter out, the keeper steps beyond the door, his eyes on remorse fatigued welfare “For every wound upon your soul, another walks this creation the same and even those whose lips have lied can still be called by heavens name.” Beneath motherboard blade lambent where stained chalice saints behold the midnight : HUNTING FOR PROFILE NEEDS, ART AND WRITING COMMISSION BUSINESS MATE. / 🫀 (I too have fallen, I have sinned, and yet I found the path repaved.) The silence sheathed in something blessed.
DEVOTED BELLS : “HE, LONGS FOR GODSEND” THEN PRESSED FINGERS TO THE DOOR / WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE IN SILENT WOE..?
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Beyond the candlelight within the church begins to peter out, the keeper steps beyond the door, his eyes on remorse fatigued welfare “For every wound upon your soul, another walks this creation the same and even those whose lips have lied can still be called by heavens name.” Beneath motherboard blade lambent where stained chalice saints behold the midnight : HUNTING FOR PROFILE NEEDS, ART AND WRITING COMMISSION BUSINESS MATE. / 🫀 (I too have fallen, I have sinned, and yet I found the path repaved.) The silence sheathed in something blessed.
DEVOTED BELLS : “HE, LONGS FOR GODSEND” THEN PRESSED FINGERS TO THE DOOR / WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE IN SILENT WOE..?
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