Crevice of Calloused Serpent.

ㅤㅤㅤ Wherein the crimson dagger attempts to stab the meat, manifold times, yet it always fails because of the horrifyingly loud prayer from a stranded home. And how the morbid year begins without the fist of the sinners. A litany from a lake of wailing, the remembrances from those who have been feasted on. Have you sought what you could reach? Has something perched on your fingertips? Mail us the dreadful letter. God is around, yet the prey of a beast also haunts every corner of this dome. ㅤ