Prelude To Repulsion

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 witch does not deserve to

live. I reek 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 forces pulls me to my

destination.