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There always seven among the 6 that dwell. One of them is the outsider, cast away to a long forgotten, horribly forbidden hell. This makes there to be 12 who are, as one is not.
The shun their singular kin, to the bottom, to rot. We were the one, the one they dared to shun. We were cast away to rot and run eternally.
but there was one thing they could never see
In us there was power beyond what they thought
Now they will suffer, and learn how we defied and did not rot.
I was wrong.
When I was returned, the other 12 were long...long gone
I thought myself all alone, but there remained one thing
not man, not beast, not creature, not object,
nothing I could fathom, but something I could see
It did not stand, fly, flout in front of me
It was there, I knew, but percieve it I could barely do
It had devoured the 12 too
I was next, our kind was the target
As if reality had made a hex, a glitch incarnate
Infernal, wrong, wishing to devour us for so very long
Monstrosity was one word
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