Wretched Wasteland

The unworded truth lay twisted, where teething creatures stir. Caught in the cobs of forgotten crevasse, the doomed but dormant menace. Thy beast shall be relieved of such burden, set free to light all darkness in flame. To extinguish all, 'til no brightness remains. Putrid air from foul corpses, permeate the living. Forsaking unfit, weak forces; creating a race of productive courses.