light's not a saving pour; shroud not taken into charity. a crease in the faith as it showed, and pitted down the reins. no moon tonight as she tries to be a savior: leashed him down on the seat and curses on the water. veils no match nowhere; a conscious harshness on his god, and ruins the words for a deadman.
killing a sacred deer
By parasaluman
(2019) crumbs of god More