Testo Prelude to repulsion Suffocation

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.
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The fields run deep and far, for I have killed many and I must =

travel far to reach my destination.
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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. =