Arms raised to the heavens. Fields of green turn a wilting grey. The sky is red of the glow of blood upon the field. Beneath the blacked clouds, bodies of the innocent are mounds of collected rotting flesh. Becoming one with the earth. I know he looks down on the scene with a grin and a slight of pride. For this is his family's work. And a son only wants to make his father feel something, of any sort. But this is the accomplishment, what I have done here? No words spoken by man will tell of the deeds committed this day, because none now exist. Cast me to damnation. Replace me with what was made from this earth. Your greatest pride. Yet, thus I have erased the creations you admire. I can destroy any you can create. Who is this master? Creator or destroyer? I need not exist within your gilded realm. I rule this embodiment. Send all who oppose. I shall burn, consume, and inherit all who come. Such is the act of war, such is the will of nature. You may be the all encompassing, but I am the undiscovered. This, I have awaited all eternity, just a chance to see you again, one last time.
-check your balls old man...
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