Uncanny dreams bound for dark and haunting changes.
The passages of years were ravenous.
In the fire-storm of turmoil.
My mirage is upon me.
In my maze the hallways are empty.
Quickly the corners turn distant.
How insatiable and precise is this distant.
The endless grimace is repeating in my soul.
My old wounds still weep from fierce battles won.
Will my fright expire traveling towards death?

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