21 May 2011 @ 10:26 PM
20k words a day
cast into the aether
oh muses gentle as ye may
conditions forged hereafter
if you could but clear the way
and legend for your seeker
all would come at once to light
men would see without their sight
at last the plebs trained for the fight
the dawning of the seether
i am sick, of playing games
and now i want to win
i have learned all of your names
the essence stirs within
a conflict unlike any other
where the blood shed by one’s brother
will instead the tyrants smother
choking them on their own sin
but ive said all this before
and youve stepped right through the door
together we will find that shore
where, our greatest works begin.
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