I walked for miles, an endless trudge, through the mist and fetid mud to try and find a way, find a way.
The path I wondered racked with rot, soft underfoot hot to the touch, I couldn't see the end. Yet I could feel a pull an urge, beckoning, through the dirt as if I'll take flight again.
Find a way. I'll Find a way.
Suddenly that toxic shock again, rooting me to my knees and I resist, I resist, I resist but the force of that entrance pulls me in! I cant defend. Powerless as I float.
Twisting realms alight, the brightness seeping into, finding its way in! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!

In the space of a whisper, fleeting organs, writhing skin, transported to a place where the feelings wearing thin, a shadow a glimmer reporting the failures of our race a former existence has ceased, from what I saw...
Pain.

Pestilence a choking breeze, all that I see rests here with ease within me. The only author left remaining from a race whom subjugate their species again.
The only sound that I can hear for miles, the sweat that flows out from my pores smashing unto the floor.
An emptiness that knows no bounds, a metaphor for our mistakes or the choices that I've
made?

Now, In this place, who is left to battle? I found myself asking out loud “this time, who's to blame?”
As I stood atop the fallen cattle, a slaughter to end our times. I scream out loud “whats the point of it all?”

Now, In this place, who is left to battle? I found myself asking out loud “this time, who's to blame?”
As I stood atop the fallen cattle, a slaughter to end our times. I scream aloud “whats the point of it all when the score will reset to zero?”

How long will I wander alone? Forever.

Now, In this place, who is left to battle? I found myself asking out loud “this time, who's to blame?”
As I stood atop the fallen cattle, a slaughter to end our times. I scream aloud “whats the point of it all if the scores are reset to zero?”