Suffocation - Prelude To Repulsion


Prelude to Repulsion

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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