Dead eyes stare into my soul, eternal, they find my sins. putrid disgusted look upon their faces, I'm battle spawned. Scarred in the scurge from the quest to end humanity.
All the pathways led me to sanctimonious revocations.
Disturbing creation, and turjid fear grips around you, the serenity neverlasting. and it spawns death, puts visions to the grindstone.
My hatred rises, and it rains the blood of slaves, ensue the coming battle, though my visions are bleak. In my madness I peel away my flesh and the future of my words are burning.
I arise from perdition, soon the skies will be as black as my dying soul!!! No redemption, great the costs of living. Through my eyes all I see... Insanity. And in these hollowed walls... Set ablaze. I stand silently. Sword drawn and in hand... You and I battle to the death.
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