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And through the trees of the Dead…the Dead walk…
On the barren land
Lies the barren form
Smooth and endless
It almost is but isn’t.
With silent noise
Like a subtle cut through deep water
With feeble sunlight
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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…
In the pale light of the Moon I play the game of you…
Worlds have passed and so too has time
My slumber now disturbed
This place of hate, thy worlds shall burn
Indeed the very process of construction and creation foreshadows destruction and decay...
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