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A empty wasteland,
an single soul,
always,
just far enough,
that all that is visible,
is a shadow,
leading them all,
through this,
empty place,
with no prompting,
no stopping,
a never ending trek,
he leads them,
through it all,
the darkness,
the heat,
past the death,
the manglings,
safely,
they follow,
they always do,
until the end,
the single cry for warning,
before,
he turns,
lets them near,
and slays them all,
most run at the cry,
the cry before he loses it,
the cry as they are just out of sight,
of the land,
the city,
all that they so willingly,
wantingly,
follow him to,
just near..
they never make it..