Hornsent Grandam: O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd......We beg of thee to dance and cavort... Dance and cavort, cleanse all that thou wilt..... Cruelty, woe, and those who plague the tower... Cleanse away the strumpet's vile progeny. The divine beast, once again stands tall, it's eyes lit, awakening to the grandam's call, and roaring in triumph
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2YeDeadWhoYetLive
20/10/2024
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20/10/2024