THE PROPHET: SERVENTÉ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ On the brink of demise, where a primal bite and unloved flesh seep through the our throats; where our bones feel sore and smeared by rouge blood. (@ServentesBot, to what one has begged for; an ailment that never dries up.) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ