There was on
the fields of time, beautiful a writhing mob of monsters in constant battle,
because they hated each other but were the same, they would never stop and
their battle made them suffer eternally.
It had been
so long and their battle so constant they sputtered the same sentences
constantly and were so entangled with each other that the flesh was fused but
they were in pain and they suffered. Because they were unified in destroying
each other but they could not destroy each other.
The first mob
would say thou do not exist, and the second would say thou are evil, but
both were murdering each other constantly casting spells and witch craft of the
night. It was foul and their rot horrible as they decayed from constant
destruction doing nothing but that, and worse yet they knew not what they even
did as they rot.
Then, a small
dragon, smaller than any of the beasts and animals tearing themselves apart
came forth from the sunrise on a morning like he had done every day, and with
his mouth he said both of you don’t exist and both of you are evil, and from
his small mouth came a giant sword that slayed straight through the mob and
their torturous pain was cut short and the animals stood in shock as their
rotten flesh vanished, replaced by spectral forms of men.
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