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The Birth
written by: Bloody
category: Dramatic
Here I stand upon a mountain of corpses covered in the blood of my enemies.
Nothing moves... I have slain all that stood against me. Bodies litter the landscape. My eyes glow red with a gaze that could shatter bone.
The end is not near, it has already come. Against evil they stood. Against me they raise their blades.
"Kill the dark one!!" they scream, running to do battle. But all has been lost the moment I came upon the earth.
The power of the dying souls causes me great joy. Filling me with the knowledge that I am the one who has reaped the weak from this place.
All have been detroyed... nothing has a heart that still beats. Truly now I can rule this place.
Never shall there be another who stands against me, for the world is dead by my hands, their screams my song.
Blood runs down my blade as I turn, looking at my kingdom. Death surrounds me, death fills me. And laughing, I realize that I am it.
Nothing can kill me for I am death, and I am the last. Worlds will crumble, gods will fear me, all else shall die before me.
The end is here my friends and forever on shall the end of the world be know as the birth of Bloody.
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