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The first thing I smelled was scorched iron, Then I felt a thickness without eyes, sickness from nowhere, a curse waiting all these years. I was ****** not to find the source. Lost like kings, and vicious warriors of long ago. I could hear the world, suddenly a bright symphony, but I could not move. My legs failed me, they just wouldn’t work. The sun low in the winter sky. Morning passed, and I thought so this is how it ends, this is what becomes of me, my ruin finally almost complete. no one to mourn, no one to care, some to rejoice, and I can’t blame them, this is the end I deserve, the end I earned. My ruin crafted long ago, decision by decision, act by act, a prophesy at last fulfilled. I wish things would hurry now, every second now eternal, thousands of years. Hurry now, hurry now, hurry.
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Hurry Now, Hurry!
The first thing I smelled was scorched iron, Then I felt a thickness without eyes, sickness from nowhere, a curse waiting all these years. I was ****** not to find the source. Lost like kings, and vicious warriors of long ago. I could hear the world, suddenly a bright symphony, but I could not move. My legs failed me, they just wouldn’t work. The sun low in the winter sky. Morning passed, and I thought so this is how it ends, this is what becomes of me, my ruin finally almost complete. no one to mourn, no one to care, some to rejoice, and I can’t blame them, this is the end I deserve, the end I earned. My ruin crafted long ago, decision by decision, act by act, a prophesy at last fulfilled. I wish things would hurry now, every second now eternal, thousands of years. Hurry now, hurry now, hurry.
johnparker
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
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