T̲h̲e̲ d̲a̲m̲n̲ f̲o̲o̲l̲ t̲h̲a̲t̲ s̲h̲o̲t̲ h̲i̲m̲.̲ Now he sits on his throne in his palace of bones, praying to his greed. He's got my past frozen behind glass but I've got me.
Nacos torturados.
JoinedFebruary 24, 2024
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