Gothwen - Scriptures of a Serpent Stalker

All the rest...
All the rest...
All the rest...
May They rest in whatever peace
Their enpoisoned spirits might find.
Curse the putrid sickness that stole me
From my land...
From my home...
From my kin...
Oh how I despise the sole wretched survivor that I am.
I should be with
Them...
wandering whatever afterlife They may see...
or knowing whatever nothingness there may be.
Anything...
Anything...
Anything...
but this dour and ***able alone.

My world is slaughtered.

No more.
No more.

I go to weep.

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