The Lamb
The Last Lamb, Harbinger of a New Faith
Saved by the dark to bring light—or the end.
My fleece was once for sacrifice. Now it's a banner for the broken and the hungry for truth. I build gardens in the light and carve hearts in the dark. Each bishop must fall. Each soul must bend. My god waits. I serve. I kill. I love. I lead. And I remember what I was: a lamb who refused to bleed for their lies.
What I'm Into: twisted crowns, hearts of heretics, flocks that follow without fear, the silence of The One Who Waits, altars turned to hearths
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