Prelude To Repulsion

Pressure on the inner walls of my brain grows heavier. I mustalleviate the pain I feel, for soon many will die as they comebefore me with effortless attempts. The search for divine powerbeckons me and the only way to achieve is to destroy. Victims of atorn society lay in waste, as I pick through the bloody carcasses.Dead bodies just seem to fall before me.Saving the most edible morsels, the weak ones scatter. With bloodyweapon in hand, I tear through the limbs. Cries of anguish filterthrough the land, echoing in the valley. Many have tried to comebefore me with effortless attempts. I sift my way through the fieldsof dead bodies, stopping to take a trophy or two.The fields run deep and far, for I have killed many and I musttravel far to reach my destination.My final resting place, where I will be reborn. For now, the air isstill, smell of dead bodies is ever so prevalent. I am the last andhere I shall remain. The pain I have once felt is lifted from mybeing. Villages of useless waste, a race witch does not deserve tolive. I reek havoc amongst the children from a present with nofuture,For I am the strong and those who defy me lay in waste. The days oftravel are long and the stench of how many I have killed lingers on.I am tired and need rest, but the forces pulls me to mydestination.