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