The Awakening

So I just asked Skinner to write a little poetry while starring at this image, here is what he came up with. "The throbbing mind of a Lich cares not of the ambitions of it's rotting servants or their cold memories. Memories which cling as nothing more than the catlike tail of a disappearing mist around their worm feasted minds...NO!! A Lich most high thinks not of these things but of the bidding they must obey, as they will come to know the eternal bidding of a sorcerer gone mad!...mad with the howling screams of a cosmic knowledge no mortal could know."

-Skinner


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