On the barren land
Lies the barren form
Smooth and endless
Again
It almost is but isn’t.
With silent noise
Like a subtle cut through deep water
With feeble sunlight
Filtering through
They descend
On the barren land
Lies the barren form
Smooth and endless
Again
It almost is but isn’t.
With silent noise
Like a subtle cut through deep water
With feeble sunlight
Filtering through
They descend
What used to be the greatest of men, now only a twisted form of what or who they were, driven only by a primal force…
Worlds have passed and so too has time
My slumber now disturbed
This place of hate, thy worlds shall burn
And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws..
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