Written by: Plak, Pestilent Disciple
Date: Saturday, February 17th, 2018
Addressed to: Everyone
Going nowhere; stuck inside a bubble?
Sailing the unknown, seeking a better nest.
Do not fret, see past the rubble.
Crossing the continent, to the West.
Do you know who you are?
Dare you ponder, what could be?
Passing the blood red sea, now not far.
Merely open your eyes and see.
That sharp pain - let it not be in vain.
Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 764 AF.
Written by: Plak, Pestilent Disciple
Date: Saturday, February 17th, 2018
Addressed to: Everyone
Going nowhere; stuck inside a bubble?
Sailing the unknown, seeking a better nest.
Do not fret, see past the rubble.
Crossing the continent, to the West.
Do you know who you are?
Dare you ponder, what could be?
Passing the blood red sea, now not far.
Merely open your eyes and see.
That sharp pain - let it not be in vain.
Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 764 AF.
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