
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 6 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.