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A fated moment cursed in ruin

The silent death of an ancient, olden world

With lesions spewing violent rivers

The sanctity of man it once held

Emptiness has engulfed all that once blazed so bright

For we left our armour at the river mouth

Our weapons rendered ornamental

I have witnessed horrors that should not have been

And I have foreseen fated ruin

I will not die a nameless man

So, I march into the conflagration