Azonei Wyrdwalker by Dodsengel
A ruin of memories holds my earthly obsession.
I seek for things beyond all understanding.
I create an age where I am someone else.
Chaining my pantheon into life. My demon is my own.
Will your presence persuade me into nothingness?
Ex nihilo nihil fit.
The entity of chaos, shaped as a body of water rising
from beneath the sand.
A monument from a forgotten time. Beyond what once were.
And as darkness sets in my eyes, I float from my core.
Unchaining from my forsaken matter of existence. Dying
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