The dead did not notice us, it looked as though we reached the end.
walk down a path split— look to see where we past.
It is not the end. follow the ones through the dark
The dead did not notice us, it looked as though we reached the end.
walk down a path split— look to see where we past.
It is not the end. follow the ones through the dark
I think I know why we were sent here.
They've had enough of us and want us dead now.
Maybe they've done all of this out of simple hate, to say that:
"your lives are so worthless that for no reason at all,
we can demand the destruction of whomever we wish."
I know Volition won't allow them to remain.
The ice in their Hearts is indefensible,
and also much too great to allow this to go on forever.
Though in this moment, that is little comfort.
I long for the day I would return.
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I think I know why we were sent here.
They've had enough of us and want us dead now.
Maybe they've done all of this out of simple hate, to say that:
"your lives are so worthless that for no reason at all,
we can demand the destruction of whomever we wish."
I know Volition won't allow them to remain.
The ice in their Hearts is indefensible,
and also much too great to allow this to go on forever.
Though in this moment, that is little comfort.
I long for the day I would return.
a still pool. The scent of putrid rot hangs in the air, and a faint red light casts an eerie glow.