7–21–23

( 7–21–23 )

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When I awake from my deep slumber cold, do not follow my lead young mortal, and run like you were told for where I have walked the grass has not grown, when I turn my head brave men turn to stone. I have been around for millions of years, I’ve stolen your beloved’s soul then I stole their very tears, I walk below the sacred valley you now trod and follow your foolish fears. So mark my words we shall meet again when your time finally unfurls “for now I am become death…the destroyer of worlds”