Looking out of your tower upon a land, which is dead and diseased, your sorrowful face looks upon nature as it turns its back on you. One last time and dies before your smouldering eyes, you squandered your power on decadence, and ruin you`ll choke and be consumed in the airless world.
Across the land black erupting clouds hang like sodden dresses on hooks, tribes torn in this blackened desolate image ruined by your greed and excess. The earth wretches in disgust, wrapped in your fine silks and cloth you take no comfort now as everything in your clasping grasp rots and dies.
This endless cycle of destruction has left you with nothing, your castle towers foreboding grim stand like death. As the earth vomits everything black everything gone.
