War From A Harlots Mouth
Temple
I built this shrine for you.
Object of my obssesion,
Object of no confession.
In this pantheon,
I am surrounded by you, my idol.
No word was ever spoken.
I built this shrine for you.
Object of my obssesion,
Object of no confession.
In this pantheon,
I am surrounded by you, my idol.
No word was ever spoken.