Under and over I move through the trees.
In light or darkness I move as I please.
At one with the Earth
The bosom of my Birth
Life without toils
Food by fang or coils
Basking in the sun
A life of leisure and fun

Under and over I move through the trees.
In light or darkness I move as I please.
At one with the Earth
The bosom of my Birth
Life without toils
Food by fang or coils
Basking in the sun
A life of leisure and fun

The Smallest strand of DNA
Circles Spirals, Expands Each Day
Just as a seed Planted in the Earth
Is required of the Largest Redwood’s Birth
I myself have Grown
From a child, moving into the Unknown
Now as a Man I stand before Thee
Both my mind and Body I wish to set free
Great Yig I hear you Calling
Seeking your essence I should never be Stalling
Overcome my Trails
Live through and receive Smiles
I seek to be Better than Before
Increase my skills and be a Warrior
So please aid me in my Quest
So I can be a servant who is at his best

Snaking through the History of the world I never Cease
Warrior of Life the souls of evil I Release
Only when nature is free, will I find Peace
I journey forth as a Leader this Day
Over all living things I hold Sway
No worthy blow shall I Stay
Humans are the takers yet givers of Life
It is up to us to protect the Earth from damaging Strife
For machines and Pollution cut like a Knife
Mighty Yig I seek to do your Bidding
Lead others against those who are so Unforgiving
We wish to cease the eternal Building
Taking to battle I led in the Front
Fighting, winning, pulling off every Stunt
Protecting all life from the mighty to the lowest Runt
With Weapon in Hand
We protect the Land
Leaving our enemy’s blood on the Sand
All Battles need a Leader
This one is far from Meager
To lead against your enemies I am Always Eager

So he my Plea
Send your Blessings Over Me
So that one day this Planet shall be Free
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I wish to one with the Forest
and feel the Animals scampering over Us

On the Earth, in the air or Sea
The Woods always Beckon to Me
Yig Allfather, Feathered serpent, Snake
We fight for the Earth for its own Sake
Creatures of the Earth Deserve their Life
Followers of Yig, pledge to protect them from Strife
Animals also Surround me at Home
Please bless these as well for hard to them is impossible to Condone
All animals we wish to save and Protect
All things from Whales to the smallest Insect
They are our friends and love us in their own Way
Fight for animal freedom, each and every Day
For who are we to claim to be Above
When they put forth such primal Love

We were born with a Purpose
Save the world and protect the Forest
Animals need not be Alone
There are protected by heroes like Alex Bone
Environments crash and things are Hard
But need to save both the wilderness and our own back Yard
Thoughtless Humans we will be no Longer
We continue to fight, helping the world grow Stronger

The Earth Flexes under Me
Holding the Soul of all I See
Warrior of the Earth am I
From the bosom of the darkest cave, to the Sky
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This day I seek to go forth
Like all living things, I seek to be whole
I strive toward my goal, as a warrior
Building in Strength
Completing my destiny
To be living, is to Create and explore
I wish to leave a positive mark on my world
I shall not slack or sloth, until I have done so
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Hand full of sword
I seek my reward
It may be hard, but I shall not shirk
For the future I work
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The Path of Life has Eight Hundred Directions at Once
Each day we are Faced with more Choices then we Realize
Servants of Yig
Are one with the Chaos
Like a Snake they can move in any direction at any Time
But move Forward once the Direction is Chosen
I seek to be like the Snake
Let the Chaos Embrace Me
I Wish to be like the Leaf in the Wind
Which Lands on the Pot of Gold
Let the Chaos Infuse Me
Entropy shall be my Guide
Take me down the right Road
The path of Greatness Awaits
The Journey continues Forever
I am the traveler, who Seeks, Finds, and becomes Complete

We only have so much Time
I want to maximize Mine
So much to do, things I must not Ignore
I need to attack them like a Warrior
Whether it is job, personal work, or Play
From my Goals I will not Sway
As long as I am Alive
I will continuously Strive
I will always do my Best
Before I lay my head down to Rest
I Embark
To leave my Mark
So Yig help me through the Tolls
Grant me the Power to reach my Goals
For servant of yours I Be
When I reach my final Goal I will be Free
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Terrible plagues drive at the Land
When mankind interferes with his Hand
Nature balances itself and its power is Keen
But when humans interfere the reality for the Animals gets Mean
Servants our here for the Earth
And shall protect the animals in their true place of Birth
Others we Eradicate
So we can help guide the Earth toward its true Fate
So primitive.
Conversing, let aside working with them was, in itself, an insult.
Small, fleshy blood bags, barely more than fishes just learning to flop out of their salty seas.
Things would be so much simpler to just erase the species altogether, but they had festered and grown. Like a God sleeping over an anthill, they now covered all creation like warm blooded lice. Their self importance was only matched by their profound ignorance.
The Migo, Estalrrrll-Lthullance, mused silently. If only he could convince the newest of the Dark Gods, the incarnation of the one known as Vile Darken, to destroy all things human this would all end the quicker. But since Vile Darken was once human and the majority of his incarnations across the Multiverse were also human, this seemed unlikely.
Every battle needed fodder he supposed.
Yet his intellect so far surpassed the ape men that he found himself being forced to solve complicated math equations during his meetings with them, just to save himself from the profound boredom that he would require him to tear off their heads.
He blamed the great old Gods more than anything else. As they slumbered, content in the idea they ruled all, these mites had grown in power. Despite how much he feared to admit such things, they had even claimed some minor victories over his folk, in some places they had achieved much more.
Estalrrrll-Lthullance was a Migo. His was a race that had evolved from fungus to be the dominant species on multiple planets. From their undulating maggotish worm bodies spread twin batlike wings. Each end of their white bloated forms erupted with twenty tentacles which preformed functions ranging from constructing intricate devices to attacking prey and to the Migo nearly all forms of life were prey.
None of this concerned him for his chief scientist, Prrryst, had almost completed one of the most impressive feats of their generation. It pleased him to know it would be the doom of the warm fleshy ones and when it was time to shut down the apparatus so the tainted humans could survive long enough to control that wet world, perhaps Estalrrrll-Lthullance would insure that the shut down mechanism would malfunction.
Oh what a loss that would be.
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Decay crouched with the rest of his Toom. Despite being the Xemmoni ruler of the American Northwest, at least in his eyes, Decay liked getting his hands dirty. He knew his personal power became increased faster every time he devoured a soul, but the real reason he was out hunting remained that he loved to kill. Nothing got him off more than taking an innocent and then feeding on its life essence.
Sure he could claim that he was softening up the resistance in the area, but it would only be a half truth at best.
The constant rain and bellowing clouds of mist did nothing to slow the pack of Xemmoni Glooms. It was their element. It would be like asking a bird if the air bothered it or if a fish was angry about being in water.
Around them the leaves hung heavy with moisture and the water ran off them in threads. Small streams had formed within the clinging trees. Mud remained a constant and helped camouflage their soaked grey robes as they looked on at the trap they had set.
Much of the backwoods of the Olympian peninsula had already been claimed by his species before the real conflict had even begun. His minions were preparing these newer forces of recently corrupted Xemmoni to move out in mass behind his team’s wake.
His plan was to take Winthrop and then head due south avoiding Seattle. Other groups could lay claim to the city and battle for its prizes as they liked, but win or fail, Decay knew more than most that Seattle’s days were numbered.
He had his sights on loftier goals.
Wintrop might seem like a small step, but the little things added up and it would certainly not make sense to alert the local Law Enforcement while they still possessed the abilities to harm parts of his soon to be growing army.
Ghoul’s hoarse voice spoke over the patter of rain. “I can’t wait to feast on this town. Finally we’ll be allowed to do whatever we wish—all the things we deserve will be ours.”
“Yes,” Decay started. “Our waiting is over, but remember feast on the weak, but Darken the tainted and strong wherever you can. As our power grows, so shall our army.”
But then the time for words had finished for a police cruiser was slowly approaching the car wreck that he and his Toom had created. Its flashing reds and blues appeared blurred by the rain like a water color painting bleeding across a page.
The officers regarded the heaps of twisted metal complete with limp bodies for only a moment before exiting their squad car. Together the two men rushed forward, splitting up so they could each investigate one of the destroyed vehicles.
Decay nodded as he brought up the fog. Soon it surrounded the scene, but the officers remained too focused on the grisly sight they took in to notice. Taking advantage of their distraction, the Glooms advanced like ghosts moving through an undulating sea of grey.
Decay reached one of the officers first. He let his sickle fill his hand, but instead of slicing the man’s throat, he drove the rusted blade into his lower back. The officer gasped and arched backwards. Decay grabbed the man’s neck with his free hand and drew the man against him and deeper onto his sickle.
“Officer I would like to file a complaint.” Only a groan answered him. “I was hoping there’d be more of you.” A wicked laugh escaped his lips as he started to breath in the man’s life essence, which his race called Baal.
Splitting into two groups, much as the officers had done, his Toom fell on the dying men. They drained them dry of their life and spirit.
Ghoul wiped blood away from his mouth. Decay shook his head. His oldest follower could never keep himself from taking a bite or two. “They called in for back up.”
“As expected and their back up will call in for back up. Soon nothing will stay between us and the town.” His red eyes glowed in the darkness. “Soon nothing will stand between us and the world.”
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