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A gathering of strangers under false pretense A temple to find, a staff to assemble Reward, knowledge of the ancient fane Riches and glory, beckoning call Employer, avaricious fiend Dark purpose hidden in a veil of lies Seeking own gain, all for one Hubris in its finest form Fields of snow glistening the purest white Stark in contrast to the darkness to come Bathed in winter for ages untold Land of uncertain resonance Monument stationеd in the drifting snow Rok'thull the templе deep down below Shrine, alter, place of worship Slumbering provenance of the greatest sin Shapeshifter, malevolent creature Shapeshifter, foolish... Venturing onward though the danger is great Two mysteries for every question solved Baleful undead, divine intervention The gods are not ignorant of our plight Victorious emergence, swathed in deceit Solution to the puzzle within our grasp Power awakened, feelings of dread Unintended emanations unfold at our behest Blinding light, seething with purpose Everything placed in lambent contrast Billowing darkness, divergent aggressor Seeking the necessary sacrifice Stoppage of time, proceedings begin Vast host unleashed upon unwitting terrene Ye who bear onus, Witness your sins Chaos alights, Kalos rearranged Shapeshifter, malevolent Creature Shapeshifter, foolish Venture
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
Slumbering buried deep within the earth Manifesting terror in the count of days Rising from the mythic planetary berth Devouring, leaving nothing but its wake Tarrasque Primordial beast Unfaltering Awaken to feast Eternal it exists, immortal it abides Cosmic machinations that begot the rage Taken stance opposing no hope to survive Monolithic movement blackens the day Tarrasque Primordial Beast Unfaltering All laid to waste
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026
This is for cows It's not for the size of me Into my mouth Nine-hundred and fourteen Try some force Try to lead The foundling die is close determinate Raise head and stomp the blood I'm not even sound raid I'm alive I got the silver And I wonder What will you follow When your head is not in order And I'm stomping your little How can you laugh How can you lie awake Making me drive Making my heart ache Not too fat Not too lean The foundling die is close excitedly Raise head and stomp the blood I'm not еven soundly I'm alive I got the silvеr And I wonder What will you follow When your head is not in order And I'm stomping your little
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 03, 2026