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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 wreak 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 force pulls me to my destination