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Alone I crawl,
Into the wasteland,
Into the plague.
There is blood on my hands it's not my own,
It's the grounds, it's the grounds
Dead flesh, the new soil.
There is a shadow now above us, monolithic monster.
It's constructed by, the rotting cadavers.
Emergent from the ground,
Scout terrain nothing looks the same,
Everything's just meat, rotten meat, living souls I seek.
Terrains of pain, symbiotic cadavers.
Nutrient soil, nutrient souls.
Eyes to the skies, watch it inhale the clouds.
Conclusion of man by their own hand,
Symbiotic cancer of flesh and land,
All the living things are rotting as one,
Cumulating into the plague beast.
Watching in terror as Terra,
Finally shows it's teeth.
I hate this place,
Why did I return here?
Back into the ground,
I hate this place,
Back into the ground