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The Mammoth WalksCrush the mother fucker. Crushing down from upon the hill. The millions wait for their chance to obtain their gold. Breaking their oaths one by one. They tumble battered and broken. They lay waste at the bottom one by one. To kill them all. Would be an achievement of immense proportions. Only the greatest of beings would kill and break the worth. Walking the tundra dismantling all that lay before him. This mammoth walks crushing your entire being. I am the way to the promised land. I will spawn the storm, spawn the storm. Create the collapse. Forge the ruin. Father the failure. It is said that you have no way of understanding his walk. To convey we are deceived by our own actions. |