Emarim Edirhan

Born from the gentle waves and violent seas of the cosmic rays
Created by the old Gods to invade and to set the heavens ablaze
Hoist by their own petard, he instead has chosen to be a guard
To the people and to the lives, that he was taught to disregard
He wanders the vastness and brilliance of the empty space
Through the darkest of voids and the brightest of stars
He continues to travel, not knowing and always pondering just how far
He only wishes that one day he may discover a nice little stead
Where he can finally settle down and rest his head

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And some place to hold all this shit that he keeps accumulating, seriously, it's fucking heavy.