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"Death is the only god who comes when you call." Na Morte deposito a minha alma, pois a cima dela nada mais há se não a profunda escuridão.


Her barrel mouth housing a set of bullet shell like teeth - catching the suns skin as she grinned. She shot out gun power 'compliments' blackening the hearts of others she wore a smile like a loaded gun

mavencalore: “dictionary poem ii: king || n.s. for @cecidistis ”

He looked elegant on the throne, as if he was meant for it. A dark smile was plastered on his face as she approached.