The bells have tolled. The incense gets stronger. And there is but a bare share of hope left on this planet. You come here seeking a satanic ritual of some kind, or paranormal activity in our backyards, but no... not today, stranger. For what has cometh beyond these lands, must remain a sacred hold. Perhaps there is some shed of hope... but how will we know?
But... he has only shown us the way, a clue for the masterminds. Just... hidden against some kind of image he has shown me, depicted in blood... like pineapple on pizza. That is actually disgusting and sweet merciful fuck that is highly contagious, even I, the devil, cannot bear such disgust.
But... he has only shown us the way, a clue for the masterminds. Just... hidden against some kind of image he has shown me, depicted in blood... like pineapple on pizza. That is actually disgusting and sweet merciful fuck that is highly contagious, even I, the devil, cannot bear such disgust.
