...When Her resources were ripped from Her, She sought solace in the tower, far away from the claws of those that would take what She did not have to give. They were blind and greedy, like viruses in their mad consumption. She stole sticks and dirt, She made what She could...but it was never enough to sate their lusts, and they ripped into Her when She let them come too close. They blamed Her for Her shortcomings, and after awhile...She began to believe them...for what is a maker without Her resources?...
August 2nd, 2013
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