The wretch bows in the presence of the great goddess, knowing, he be but the pauper. The wretch beholds the splendor of the goddess in majesty..."Thine words drop as sweet honey, and thine tales as comforts to soul. Thou hast done all things well your grace!" The wretch bows in willful servitude.
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23/11/2024
Anubis' Creations
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