God Devourer
To'aak crushed the skull of his sworn enemy, Mor Kaot, under his mighty iron boot. Taking
the Vaul Ash for his own, he raised the prize high, roaring his challenge to the skies.
Gods so high
You will be joining this weakling
For I am coming for you all
My rage burns
your shrines everyday
You can no longer hold me back
I am the Syka
Born to purge
Destined for glory
Send forth your legions so I may have sustenance for my journey to you
As was scribed To'aak was meant for glory
His campaign, it is fueled by fury
The Vaul Ash was his, the holy medicine of the Gods
No more shall they be blessed by immortality
He would claim their skulls
and devour their hearts
He was born into death and hate
None will be able to stop him on his conquest
It only ends when the Gods are dead
Copyright © Matthew Casey | Year Posted 2009
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