Most of the things we fear are above ground - spiders, heights, crushing loneliness, etcetera.
These fears, though sensible, are nothing compared to what lies beneath us.
These fears, though sensible, are nothing compared to what lies beneath us.
Vast catacombs of lost souls, desperately searching for their bodies among the countless millions buried at our feet. Limbs twitch and writhe as they are tried on and discarded like second hand gloves while their quiet weeping fills the otherwise vacant stone hallways.
Twisted corpses clawing at their tombs, aching to join us above. They remember their lives, their loves and they so desperately want to be a part of it all one last time. Some even make it back out, ragged and broken heaps of tattered flesh and jagged bones that are just grateful to see the sun again.
Entire citadels frozen in time and in place, their minds very much alive and oh so very eager to meet us all. The world has changed and their hunger has not. They once ruled the world with an iron fist and endless appetite and they are more than ready to do so again.
We are always digging down for jewels, for oil, forgetting just how close by they are.
Twisted corpses clawing at their tombs, aching to join us above. They remember their lives, their loves and they so desperately want to be a part of it all one last time. Some even make it back out, ragged and broken heaps of tattered flesh and jagged bones that are just grateful to see the sun again.
Entire citadels frozen in time and in place, their minds very much alive and oh so very eager to meet us all. The world has changed and their hunger has not. They once ruled the world with an iron fist and endless appetite and they are more than ready to do so again.
We are always digging down for jewels, for oil, forgetting just how close by they are.
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