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Post by ғυcĸнυмanιтy on Oct 20, 2013 8:05:38 GMT
Resplendent stars align to proclaim the recrudescence. Every eye shifts to the clock, tick tock, the old king’s accession is soon. Souls of the living quake with trepidation, and gaze into the looking glass, Their shoulders droop and their eyes dilate, for they know he shall ingress anon.
Iridescent lights shall light his imperious ascension from the grave. Night shall envelope the stage of his coming, and all shall watch keenly.
Penitent fools shall beg for absolution, but they won’t have impunity. Eminent figures of the insurgency and the resistance shall all take notice. Aberrant noises and periods of darkness shall hint when his coming is imminent. Corpses surround his past, present and future, Every heart who witnesses the coming shall be chilled, as they see that Death has arrived.
FestEring
dArkness
aRrives
proMptly
spikE
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