Clandestine
Panic. Panic. They must not find out.
Oh no… they know. What’s this about?
Panic. Panic. They must not find out.
Oh no… they know. What’s this about?
Living without my Source of Life. Damnable fool I was.
“I don’t know if we’ll ever be free. Do you stand with this man? Do you believe in your heart of hearts that we can be free? Will we…”
Envy isn’t the shade of green
I thought I’d bear.