Arsafaal – OOG Burning 03

(And just beyond the trees, satisfaction can be seen by the gifted in the subtle way the Stranger seems to clean his obcene cock on a wad of foul, shit-stained rags. Dessert-baked…the awful stench comes to life with the sickly damp.)

“She takes, Father. But soon…so shall ye. Preparest thou thine eyes anew, for this year yours the Wyrld shall be.”