The sands flow.... continuously, lapping one another, every grain.... smoothly brushing over the next.... in this vast wave, we are all caught..... None can fight it, and none and ignore it.... not even the god of all things..... What is he to do with with short time here..... many wage battle in hopes of getting his power, yet even when there is a succesor, there will still only be battle..... this was not how it was supposed to be.... hours pass..... no solution will come.... days pass..... no solution will come.... months pass..... a solution will not come..... it must be brought.... against it's will..... Shall the end be remorseful..... I will not know..... I am oblivious, yet not ignorant.... for I am no more than trapped in the sands.... blinded, dust creates a hazy mask for me..... The times.... they are not a friend of mine own.....
To be revised sooner or later....
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