DEFILE ME; PUNCTURE MY
COLLAPSING LUNGS WHERE THE
STARS SETTLE LIKE SAWDUST,
SQUEEZE MY HEART TO MAKE
IT VOMIT BURIED TRUTHS
ALONG WITH THE AGONY IN RED,
BUTCHER MY BRAIN UNTIL ALL
I CAN SEE ARE THE FILTHY
HALLUCINATIONS BROUGHT
ON BY YOUR GROPING HANDS
AND SACCHARINE SMILE,
ROTTEN AS GRAPES TURNED
TO WINE.
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The Infernal King | 1 ✓
Fantasy❝BUILD AN EMPIRE AND BURN IT TO THE GROUND.❞ The evening prior to the spring equinox, soothsayer and witch, Maarit Pheraios, has an earth-shattering vision regarding the future of Bonvalet. The prophecy speaks of the Infernal Prince, who takes the t...
