The Watch Tower
And there stands the watchtower, tall and made of steel. He grants you no freedom but gives
you safety. If you try to rebel you will be surely cut down for all of his weaponry is of great
design. His flames will burn you and his cold steel will make you regress towards the primal being
that you once were. All along this watch tower there stand bodies of many. Their flesh a sweet
scent of reminder that none shall pass without the word of the king. His word decides the fate
of the huts that populate this earth. He sold his self in this game of cards we call life, but for a
great price. His soul has long been gone, the piper was paid and deed was given. The Piper and
the King neither one shall never be forgiven.
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