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Jul 2017
Those coursing within my own design,
Never fearing when I mention the dimension,
Blood coursing throughout my mind,
Eating to survive on the little provisions.

Enter into the fray,
Holding near my heart as we herald,
Those who provide the weak through prayer,
I seen the foes who've periled.

My true mind not for those who seek guidance,
Nor is it for those who need love,
For it is full of dark subsidence,
Reaching as I put on this glove,
Hating all within me,
Slain by those under my decree,
Blood dripping down my spine,
Blade now dull never again to be divine.

All I see is red,
As I have been awakened,
Darkness sleeps with me in my own bed,
Drowning in my head in the end.

The monster that lies deep,
Demons talking as I sleep,
Doomed I shall be,
Blackened my heart is you see,
For all who have tried to save me,
Save me from the monsters,
From the demons,
From myself,
For all this time you been trapped,
Just as I am locked deep down,
Holding on struggling not to be strapped,
But now all I do is frown.

Because now is too late for me,
I have lost that which I held dear to me,
For now I see,
This whole time my mind,
Is nothing but madness.
Fredrick William Steinmetz
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