
On the Edge of Time
Here there be dragons. On the edge of time, in the wicked twists of wyrmhole space, wyrmdragons pre
Uncategorized Emma Slate 13 5th Nov, 2024
Mercy is a word spoken by the weak.
My soul is blighted with sin.
My hands are stained with blood.
But I have no remorse for what I’ve done.
I have cheated, lied, and killed to protect those I love.
I have blasphemed and profaned.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
And I would do it all over again.