A familiar dark grey fur treds past.
King of all in his shadows cast.
Feeling no remorse for his newest opportunity.
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The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air
PoetryThe complete genocide of the human species in rhyming fashion. 1,558 words.
Wilderness 3
A familiar dark grey fur treds past.
King of all in his shadows cast.
Feeling no remorse for his newest opportunity.
