The Twisted Spire
Ghost Data
6:40Radial fuscilade, in refuge disarmed, numb litany's nape should you depart. Such cadent malaise, please, reclaim the jagged plains where selves spar. Tolerance, rather, acquiescence, Equilibrium, not solicited. Vestigial becomes my agency, To suffer, suffer aimlessly. Dear solace, I'm sorry. In trials of soundness, I'm unworthy. Unworthy. Dear solace, I'm sorry. In trials of soundness, I'm unworthy. Unworthy. Unworthy Dear solace, I'm sorry. In trials of soundness, I'm unworthy. Unworthy.