My darkest fears have become a frightening truth
And the wounds
My shadowed spirit has become a hollow void
There is no
In these valleys roams my deceased soul
Like the wolf of
I glare at what has become
Under these darkened grey skies
I
Far beyond the walls of all safety in a land
Disgusting
I think about life and feel pure hate about being
My visions are all clouded
I see nothing but red
This hatred
The powers of destruction fill my thoughts
Pure rage as yet
Scathing flames black as the night
Transform into a powerful shape
Black
Spawned from the Prime Material Plane
Sent to punish nature entire
The
Tortured by the servants of light till death countless aeons
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