Prayers

Omnes grandinem tutoris.

Ipse gloriam. Ipse Dominus noster.

Perfectum est beneficus defensor civitatis,
partem agrorum lucis.
Ipse moritur identidem ut unusquisque nostrum pro quo vive.
Hic est sanguis animarum pauperum largoque umectat plateas morerentur nos,
et lavit nos in rubeum mundum fluminis.

Ipse gloriam. Ipse Dominus noster.

Omnes grandinem tutoris.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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