Withered to ashes I stand.
Unbound but chained by the shin.
Dormant I lay, yet free I roam.
The impossible has left it's mark.
Numb to the core yet feeble in my might.
I stalk among the faceless.
Sweeping the damned along my trail.
Ignorant to the change, yet liable to the cause.
The force grows by the second.
Accelerated heart beats are crowned unknown.
Appetite lost and filled with hurt.
Let destruction follow.
A monstrosity is brought into this world.
From privileged to outlived.
We are the monsters you created.
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