THROUGH DESTINATIONS TAAAAALL
ON A CHURCH IN THUNDEROUS STORMS
CORRUPTED GOD NOW ROARS HIS LAAAST
UMBRAL SHADOW CAAAAST
THE VORTEX HOOOWLS
THE MONSTROUS CRYYY
REWRITE YOUR FAAAAATE
WHILE WE PIERCE THE SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

>>19107572
>I'LL SWIIING HERE,
>I'LL HANG FROM THIS ROPE
>JUST AT LEAST UNTIL THEY'VE FOUND ME.
>STAY CLOOOSE DEAR,
>THE NOTE ON THE FLOOR
>SAYS, "I WISH THAT YOU WERE HEEERE..."