Written by: Dread Legate Rhuul, of His Legion
Date: Sunday, June 28th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone
Such glittering spires of false gold;
With warriors beleaguered;
They falter before Evil's most bold;
On precipices teetered;
Successes built with old foundations;
They grow stagnant in weakness;
Their festering souls taint creation;
On rotted Goodness;
Such resounding drums of war;
Filled with righteous bluster;
They rage for wanting more;
On pretenses lackluster;
Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 833 AF.
Written by: Dread Legate Rhuul, of His Legion
Date: Sunday, June 28th, 2020
Addressed to: Everyone
Such glittering spires of false gold;
With warriors beleaguered;
They falter before Evil's most bold;
On precipices teetered;
Successes built with old foundations;
They grow stagnant in weakness;
Their festering souls taint creation;
On rotted Goodness;
Such resounding drums of war;
Filled with righteous bluster;
They rage for wanting more;
On pretenses lackluster;
Penned by my hand on the 21st of Aeguary, in the year 833 AF.
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