Desolate land of once glorious creation. The rains cascade across its rigid face, like acidic tears endlessly falling from a dying sky. Tumbling in confusion I reach out to grip some some unseen shard of hope within the darkness to break my fall of existance, and yet, my heart beats strong and my blood flows true. Soulless mask of fate, you've doomed me to eternal damnation. The acid slowly eats away my world, dissolving my mind and leaking passion like liquid infection from a rotting wound; its choking stench...the smell of death.
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