He stood from his hill and looked down but in the wrong direction
He knew they were behind him, coming for him
To spill his blood and cover the earth with it before they burned away the surface
Everyone else was gone. Killed or run away to live as the dead do.
He heard the drums. Hollow, stiff, and metallic. They lacked the souls of the drums he knew.
He knew things they never would.
So when they came for him he was looking away. Thinking what a beautiful sight.
And when he fell, the earth took him with love.
So when they came for him he was looking away. Thinking what a beautiful sight.
And when he fell, the earth took him with love.
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