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With the weight of a thousand suns
Crashing down from the stars above
An ingot of pure obsidian
An ebon handle, inlaid with gold and bones
As time goes on
Darkness impacts with no warning
Left comatose in a state of despair
Devastation in the wake of calamity
Singularity at the point of incursion
On a night as black as pitch after the golden sun does lay
A revelation, I existence in agony
Walking through the daily monotony
Incognizant of the impending
Cataclysm of your intended regime
The world warps with gravity
An anomaly eclipsed
In amaranthine light
Upon the peak of a cold misty mountain top
A victory all but assured
Eyes raised in elation
Black thoughts no sensation
Red fills hollow sight
Frost dusts an open mind
A victory all but assured
Eternal slumber perfumed in iron
I felt like I was on top of the world
Only to be razed at the crux of creation
Gloomhammer