I Have Traveled Far

I have traveled far to this

This place that is filled with

The Stench, 

Of what the Thing has done

Throughout time and space

For all that we know

Not caring what 

Results of its deeds

I try to escape the path

So many before had not 

Don't know how long it'll last

This luck that holds me

Thus far

I duck and I dodge 

I run here and there

I fire and miss

But sometimes I hit

It is only one Beast

A fierce one for sure

With a hunger for 

Life, to fuel its own

Need, to survive in this 

Place, this place far 

Away, that is filled

With the stench of Death

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