![]() To eviscerate, decapitate, this beastial wrath. ![]() Wolves beset a packleader born from death of humanity’s call I choose revenge, I give myself to the moon. I swore my fealty, gave myself to the Moon.īy the Lycanthrope’s gift, by hatred consumed. Not a modicum of pity for the lives left destroyed. ![]() To see my kin, faces wrought in agony’s grasp. The decrepit stench of the battlefield has followed me back home, They will embrace the Hive with these spores they will be tethered. They will embrace the Hive soon through their eyes, we’ll see, together I embrace the Hive through one mind we all are tethered. I embrace the Hive all that I see, we see together. I can hear these voices calling from within. Organs fail blood seeping from my eyes, from my skin. Retching up, bile burning through the flesh of my neck. Sores burst forth fungal birthing, contaminate left unchecked. Pilfering each vertebrae taking what is mine. This floras penetrates a burning radiates down my spine. This nervous system can not resist the spores within my brain. Neural pathways permeated by a parasitic overlay.Īutonomy asunder my will subdued and chained. Reality shifts, panics sets in as consciousness starts to fade. Spores burst forth, a barrage of fungal dismay.Ĭhoking mists grasping at collapsing airways. Uncertainty enveloping me, anxiety guiding me north. Into the Groves we ventured, each footstep trembling forth. Please kill me, and end this second 'life'. Seal me to nothingness and throw away the key. Unwanted immortality, necromantic vitality, Since I yearned for death, Did karma sit provoke? ![]() Is this cosmic humor? Is my fate the joke? This is not my will, I was ripped from the grave I am tasked to kill, my objections waived. I paid my debt to the gallows, now this body has been loaned. I gaze with soulless eyes, my body lurching on its own. We are amalgamations, upon which body parts are sewn. Now he commands his horde of putrid skin and bone, This was supposed to be an everlasting sleep.Ĭursed to undeath, the Necromancer's way. So I welcomed the day that I would cease to breath.īut necromantic spells have taken even this from me Death was supposed to be a permanent reprieve, ![]()
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