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Terror creeps through the night

Stalking towards

You’re fetid stench

The garden calls your name, in this dark night, the worlds end draws near, dreaded moon crashing to pieces

It calls through the shadows, crawling into your mind, darkness takes your perception, warping all in your path

In the garden all who enter

Die, knowing no new dawn

In this night all shall perish, meeting a wicked demise

The garden

Killing you all

I am the seer

You are my subject