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When Passion Dies - Part 2 - Mayhem of Battle
This poisoned cloud
When Passion Dies - Part 2 - Mayhem of Battle
This poisoned cloud
Lands on this serene shore
Creatures leave the cloud
As the ground dies beneath their steps
The poison drips from their claws
Their fangs are shown as they are wrapped
In a decaying green paper
Releasing the air
Buried deep within my lungs
I sound my battle cry
I strike
I cut
I slash
I speak my words
Their power unleashing
Lashing lighting
And searing flames
Chaos rings
As the sand becomes choked
With crimson and green paint
Spilled by the fighting warriors
I watch as my hope
Begins to fade
My passion for this world
For this video game industry
Begins to die
As it is grounded into a fine sand
Daggers pierce my skin
And my heart
As the Dragonborn warriors
As the wanderers fall
Followed by the Orcs
And Humans
Not like this
I cry out
There is still hope
It still exists
But that hope starts to die
As this army
Born from the poisoned cloud
Of corporate greed
Marches on us remaining few