Men crashing over one another,
horses rearing their heads in fear and complete terror, swords ripping in and
out of the flesh of simple men meeting their ends. Time slowed down completely,
every moment, motion, and maker seen. Thinking we haven’t changed a bit,
barbarous is still barbaric, death is still the end, life still dies, and we
exist for conflict and some for the moments where they feel most alive, and
those seconds where the life of a being is seen slowly trickling away, eyes
roll into oblivion, out of creation and towards every God’s reeling approval.
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