CultFaith is woven into the crimson skies where light turns to darkness and shadows fall upon your face.Cult
Where death and despair is accepted as new forms of agony and hate.
As black is the new white and dawn is the start of a new day.
As rain the color of blood drift down from the sky,
The only hope you have left is to stay and cry.
My faith was said to be not woven but stiched into the fabrics of time,
Where I would then lead a great many people to lay down and die.
i hope that you'll have a fun here!!!!!!!!
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