Calm, Sombre.
I sit in the valley.
Noooooo! IEEEEE!!!
Sheer pulverisation I witness.
My legs are wafers.
Where are my feet?
Disembowelled at the waist, insides slither
Out.
Moist, damp, raw monsters are distraught.
Gabbling twits, rambling bastards,
Leave the Valley.
Alone.
I wait as the sky roars.
The spirits wander, searching out the few.
The ones that know little of these
Inclinations.
I will decapitate them.. I will slice them
Open.
And eat their entrails.
For I am hungry.
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