Thy deathly come to take me from, across verdant fields the grass shall wield. He strains his path; untouched the Earth to resonate with Hell- and open its shell. Thy has been cracked, I know all to well, the shriek of the Earth as he converses with Hell. A gurgle I heard, from within the deepest pit. The dark, ageless night became once again lit. It rose from the depths, swallowing all it met, Death vanished; a fear of the past... Evil shall never last-
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