These are the things you will remember.
Glass scattered across the ground
And when the sun hits all of those shattered pieces
It sets the world on fire.
I am no god, nor am I a dog.
The two are often confused.
One loyal, asking for naught
Giving the world (or would if it could)
But the Other demands, demands, demands.
He demands time and praise and sacrifice.
I demand sacrifice.
Bleed for Me.
Walk across the plains littered with
flaming glass fragments.
Years from now you will be left with scarred feet,
burned and bloodied
And you will remember.
Descent Into Oblivion (A Literate Roleplay/Discussion Guild)
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