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The air was heavy

The end was near

They shiver with their fear

Coming to terms with the rights of their gods

Or with no one at all.

All are different

But painfully the same

Each would rather it was someone else in this place

Laying blame on all but themselves

For the Chaos they now know



Some drop to their knees

With a terror filled last moment of submission

Of surrender

Tears flow from their eyes

Promises, prayers, from their slack lips

These warriors, valiant and honorable men

Babble mindlessly to be freed before it's too late

Men so strong were reduced to their now unintelligible selves

What happened?

Is there any force that could possibly

be enough to knock them down?



The men shudder in revulsion

Terror again filling their eyes

The fervor in which they cry and scream

Becoming high pitched

All for the unknown,

The power it holds for us all

And it is with this one factor

One minor defect

We are all equal.