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Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier.
I must =alleviate the pain
I feel, for soon many will die as they come =before me with effortless attempts.
The search for divine power =beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy.
Victims of a =torn society lay in waste, as
I pick through the bloody carcasses. =
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me. =
Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter.
With bloody =weapon in hand,
I tear through the limbs.
Cries of anguish filter =through the land, echoing in the valley.
Many have tried to come =before me with effortless attempts.
I sift my way through the fields =of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two.=
The fields run deep and far, for
I have killed many and
I must =travel far to reach my destination.=
My final resting place, where
I will be reborn.
For now, the air is =still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent.
I am the last and =here
I shall remain.
The pain I have once felt is lifted from my =being.
Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to =live.
I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no =future,
For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste.
The days of =travel are long and the stench of how many
I have killed lingers on.
I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my =destination. =
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