Thus Always To Tyrants

Bones in the ground as he travels over hills and dales, going through valleys and vale. Witnesses weeping and wailing as he makes his way back home. Traveling the seven seas, adventuring tombs, while leaving bones and flesh with a new freedom. Leaving valleys awake after he has made them rattle and shake. Moss and leaves surrounding the roads he has traveled. Leaving craters and freedom with his Hair alive in the wind remakes all that time worn away. Going and leaving, he stays in his own mind, never following tyrants ways. He has seen millions of sunrises and sunsets, walking away from bones from old wars as the Timbrels and lyres played from the gods above. Taking breaths from hills and valleys from the wind, showing him it's worth being alive. Listening to the people in his head, keeping his friends by his side, holding skulls and making explosions, watching the sunrise with a newfound freedom. Loving it with every shape and form it has, not taking in the downfall of others, but the feeling of being alive and independent.

Technoblade, known for his bravery, fighting skills, and his will for freedom; The Blood God, The Blade, Hundreds of names through his time. Traveling hundreds of years and Thousands of miles, fighting tyrants and freeing people of a corrupt government. Learning from old ways, never letting history repeat itself. Living Centuries old, rumored millenniums. Voices screaming for blood. Trekking through the snow and exploring the mountains, with friends by his side. Seeing a flying voice surround his dreams accompanied by his own thousands. Cheated death herself, greeted by her with open arms and braided hair with flowers as he leaves to make history. An old friend, always there from the start. Riding the void and sticking to his loyal ways for The Blood God. The god will repay kindness tenfold, and injustice a thousand times over.