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 which 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.