He rose above everyone
With a fist to rebel the opposition
They trailed him
Like diciples without a chance
Flushing the mind of normalcy
Planting the seeds of his maelstrom
The whirling winds pushed them forward
With steel in their veins
And fire in their eyes
They marched
From dusk to dawn
Until the tower stood before them
A sight for the ages
Tangled, worn smooth at the edges
It crept towards the sky at a maniacal point
She dove kissing the day away
Prepared to send her last breath
Hidden behind a scream
She was cleansed
The scarred shell now withering away
It was the start of the bloodletting

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