@tenaciousTheologist — #creditdoesnotbelongtome
In bereft land, the raven flies! Birth: peep peep. We call. You and I look up to see: Resplendent glory, the Raven. We open our mouths to partake of The Raven's Fruit. And the Raven satisfies: strong flowing, deep currents, of Desire. But we bite the hand, the meal is insubstantial. We punish the Raven. But she knows it not.
Kult: +10
Total: 10