He doesn't speak.
Certainly not giving advice.
He's just there, sweeping along, robes flapping and flying.
With his staff.
Moving up!
Yeah man!
Grown up HARD
Man of his hands.
Knew the Gallows Priest Gilpin
Shriving reivers on the scaffold
Knowing the deep light
Other side of night.
He's just there.
He's just here.
He's just
Here
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
He doesn't speak.
Certainly not giving advice.
He's just there, sweeping along, robes flapping and flying.
With his staff.
Moving up!
Yeah man!
Grown up HARD
Man of his hands.
Knew the Gallows Priest Gilpin
Shriving reivers on the scaffold
Knowing the deep light
Other side of night.
He's just there.
He's just here.
He's just
Here
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