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Once a thriving soul

Now reduced to a pile of misery

His passage has changed everything

His touch is poisonous

Withering the ground wherever he walks

Yet remains unseen

Until it is too late

Tear down the fabric of my soul

Tear it down!

World Eater

Trapped in his bog of apathy

I struggle to get out...

I give up…

Pitch black is all that’s left

Pitch black!

World Eater

Pull me down!