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Oct 2016
Space is on the edge of chaos
while Time sits on the brink of destruction.
Balance is stuck in a seance
as nothing can function.

Everything turns to sand
as our minds start to lose all hope.
Our bodies cannot touch the land
as our souls cannot cope.

Humanity is on the brink of war,
and the gods are all dead.
What would we even fight for
when our eyes turn to lead?

Earth is cracked and in ruin
while Cronia ceases to exist.
Something evil is brewing
and we are too weak to make a fist.
The Judge
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The Judge  18/M/Earth
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