The Dark Side

There are powerful monsters ahead
I know, it has always been like that
The strong take the heights
And the weak are left to play with pebbles

We gather around strongholds
Within our sects, within our guilds
Within our Blood, within our world
Haunted by a ghost of a higher cause
And that which is devoid of purpose

A poor mirages we all are
A means to an end
Cursed by a battle for titles
Rummaging through the extremists of a god.
Building perfection where imperfections lies ridden

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