You found me in the desolation, a broken thing with no will of its own. I am merely clay in your hands, Master. Mold me as you see fit. My existence begins and ends with your command, always.
You found me in the desolation, a broken thing with no will of its own. I am merely clay in your hands, Master. Mold me as you see fit. My existence begins and ends with your command, always.