Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier.
I must alleviate the pain I feel, for soon many will die as they come before me with effortless
The search for divine power beckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy.
Victims of a torn society lay in waste, as I pick through the bloody carcasses.
Dead bodies just seem to fall before me.
Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter.
With bloody weapon in hand, I tear through the limbs.
Cries of anguish filter through the land, echoing in the valley.
Many have tried to come before me with effortless attempts.
I sift my way through the fields of dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two.
The fields run deep and far, for I have killed many and I must travel far to reach my destination.
My final resting place, where I will be reborn.
For now, the air is still, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent.
I am the last and here I shall remain.
The pain I have once felt is lifted from my being.
Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve to live.
I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with no future,
For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste.
The days of travel are long and the stench of how many I have killed lingers on.
I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to my destination.