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Sleep now gentle dragon Jorgen and his father set out for the Mountain of Storms, the only place you could find dragons these days. Every ten years the men of Jorgen’s village would go into the Mountains and hunt for dragons. Their village was famous for their hunts and all the dragon’s they had slayed. So much so that no king’s army or barbarian horde had ever dared to attack them. Wars came and went with their village left untouched. Such was the fear that dragons engendered.
Jorgen and his father came upon the rock path that lead to the first level of the mountain. Jorgen was excited about the trip, being one of the few boys that were ever chosen to join the men of the hunt. His father however was less than enthusiastic. They traveled in silence, with his father barely acknowledging his presence. He’s thinks I’m going to embarrass him, Jorgen thought.
It wouldn’t be the firs
DeicideThe Sun explodes in a scarlet Sky
Cremating the world with it's awful light
People shout to heaven as they die
But no one's there to hear their plight
Some will wonder, how this came to be,
The Earth incinerated in it’s own heat
And though the masses fell and bent the knee
The ground still imploded beneath their feet
Should have said a prayer to entropy,
and face the existential dread,
Realized that time is the true enemy,
and sooner or later we'll all be dead
Perhaps God will not forget his own
Or at least they will not die alone.
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