Scorched earth and
burning black mountains
Seeded with parched
spirits gaping like empty fountains
They plagued the empty
lands like a flower field
Wailing with their
prayers that would not yield
Towards the sky their
eyes pierced clouds of darkness
Only to find me their
persecutor and wicked highness
Grinning and laughing
my heart’s taciturnity and impishness
I will pluck their
eyes and gather them like money
And suck their brains
and harvest them like honey
I am the foundation of
your life’s troubles and banes
As I eagerly wait for
all of you to board my soul trains
For those who are yet
to come and live on my domains
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* Inspired by Spectre456's Shadow Realm
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