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Night's Blood
The rain thundered down around him and clouds hung low overhead in the blackness of night. His skin was sodden. His hair was a matted mess. And yet he stood still in the darkness all around him.
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Greed
The machines clattered along as he sat. Their quiet hum filled his ears as they had every day for the past 20 or so years.
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The Dark One
I crave the change and I crave the darkness
Of chaos, through and through, without an end
From lush green fields to harsh barren sparseness
I create, and then with that, I expend.
Change: fulfilled by cycling day and night