Essence of Dieux Mortes

by Manik   Jul 15, 2006


Great power has lost.....even the darkest entity has fallen. A great despair full-fills existence, the clouds no longer depart. The sky seems of pale grey, and the rain doesn\'t fall. Reality now has no meaning, nor purpose, the plans of great ones shut closed. The essence of Dieux Mortes, the fields of dead gods. Explanations fall to a loose, and how it came to be lyes in eyes of oneself. The mind folds, creating an unstable nature of feelings. Phycosis fills its depths to an unbearable state, but its passion lives....and the passion breaths. But the life forms have extincted, humanity was error sins its first thoughts of its greatest being. Even such mind power understands its borders. Now even co-existing to expect a drift, a backfire on what has occurred. The spirit which knew all, with great power of pure thoughts. Stands sullen in a field of graves, the sons of good and the sons of darkness lay before me. How am i....to still breath....as if words had no meaning...but to exploit into ashes. The state of peace has reached its final verdict, no longer does human thoughts exist...but now the matter of a new god. The essence of Dieux Mortes...embraced into me.

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