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VI
03:53
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A grand glowing reflection
Of the world from once they came
Leads to an alternate plane
Forsaken
An existence chocked out from the shadows
And hidden beneath the blackest sky
A befouled land
Of nonexistence
Used for decades by the collective
Revoking the life of the ones sent through
Facing the fabric
Of nightmares and fears
To live in a state of agony, waiting for a never coming death
Left as a grey, nearly dead, desiccated corpse
In an inescapable mirrored version of what life once was
Never to return
From the abyss
Eternal damnation as the dark void consumes all those who pass through
Gazing eyes, to the brink of death
One by one, over and over, staring at the gate
Only to be disposed of and yet to suffer the same fate
Left for dead, in this dismal realm
Living in sorrow, knowing the entity will forever live
Will forever live
Will forever live
Cast away
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II
03:58
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Here Lied
The Feeble inhabitants
Of what was known
As the great Mayegantu
A collective once so grand
And so prosperous
But followed with sightless commandments
Of their forefathers and a blindfolded servitude to its society
None shall Ever steal from A Commoner for there is no need
Never, will one betray the individual or greater good
Thou shall not kill for the act of violence is punishable by death
Hieroglyphs reveal that the
Shrine, should have been standing
To this day, only the high priests once certainly knew
Lost forgotten ancient
Text and the power of
The wise, grey creator
Slowly guided them onward
As Time went on
Only imagination and interpretation
Were all that’s left
Mayegantu
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IV
04:24
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Consuming all that is evil
With its adaptation to darkness
One that cannot be rivaled with
As fear is the initial poison
The monster distributes before revealing itself from the void
An entity of such vast strength of magic strong and evil
Depletes
The soul of the perpetrator
Absorbing the flowing essence
From within their bodies
Becoming one with all consciousness
Massive in stature
Layered with stench of death
Its eyes of crimson red
Glows in the dark of night
With each souls it so lovingly devour
Terrible lust grows within
As its thirst cannot be
Quenched with a mere sacrifice
For it is not blood that the entity desire
But the essence of the common mortals
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