Your words could have held the ground up under my feet. Although I can't recall the purpose, each one still stings. Thinking back on things now filled
: Your words could have held the ground up under my feet. Although I can't recall the purpose, each one still stings. Thinking back on things now filled
Followers led to rot among their waste A putrid path of torment and human debris Infection of the soul No purity Tearing apart from the inside out Sickness