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I'm the unmended, the dead-ended.
The cartograph of the vast. I'm the neglected,
The never resurrected,
Voice of the passed.
I'm the unsaid, misread, and
Always straight-ahead. Because I'm
The Forgotten and Feared, and I'm
Never really dead.

I can walk away from anything,
Always an escape.
And I'll ravage every chance.
The Blast. The Flame.

I desire Panic, privilege slaughter,
And assault Honor.
Rage. Rage. Rage.

Everyones afraid because no one goes the way I go.
But I've plenty to torch. No pity from me.
The Obliteration of the Hope.
The Obliteration is the Hope.
But no Hope can evade my Flame.

I will sacrifice nothing,
For there is only one boundary:
Me.

But what now worries me?
-Out there, somewhere,
Another Killer.
But no.

Nothing but Freedom, ringing with protest,
Bringing unrest.
-By the Powers Power Fears, take you
Up the Fight, or not?
Fear. Flood. Flight.

-But what about Peace?
My Destruction is the ultimate Peace.

Fearing no Regret,
Begetting nor forget.
Love and Liberty no more.
Their divorce united with Death.
Deaths all. Life's only toll.

Because everyones forgotten
their dream,
But I am it.

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