The Fate Of The Many

Just a poem

A solid touch of silver,
Through a red ravine, 
Took me by surprise
And I journeyed on to see

Iron chains for binding,
The hills of enslaved men
And at the summit of them all
That demon shouted then:

"Welcome to you traveler, 
Our newest to come here,
Through the eternal slumber,
To spend all his days in fear.

"Do not care for wonder
For what He thinks of you
This was why you existed
Burn you're made to do"

So as I then trembled
I was shackled to all of them
And I was forced to suffer
With the hills of burning men


The End

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