The Waterfalls of death

The two thoughts that had filled my mind were of a time of death. The two opposing water falls fiercly colliding into the dark crevasses of the earth, containing greed and hatred, leading nowhere but to dark depths, both rivers accomodating the lives and souls of those who were once innocently at peace, stripping them of their flesh and blood as the current progresses foward, leaving their mundaned loved ones above. To those who live up above, they are ignorant of the savegery below. The everlasting pains of The Lands Of Lost Souls.

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