Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. I must
alleviate the pain I feel, for soon many will die as they
before me with effortless attempts. The search for divine power
beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. Victims
torn society lay in waste, as I pick through the bloody carcasses.
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me.
most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. With bloody
weapon in hand, I tear through the limbs. Cries of anguish filter
the land, echoing in the valley. Many have tried to come
before me with effortless attempts. I sift my way through the fields
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 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.