Traitor washes his hands
in mothers blood, our childrens,
born slaves in Christ reign!!
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About the Creator
The Missing Ingredient
The first time I saw her, she was wearing a velvety, red ribbon in her hair. She carried a small leather backpack everywhere. She searched the forest by turning stones, checking beneath shrubs, listening to the wind as if it might carry an answer.
By Imola Tóth6 days ago in Fiction
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