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This poem was made by me and my brothers and sisters of Fratrem Draconis.

The stench of life is present as dawn appears,
Had to run and hide before my flesh began to sear.
The light so bright and full of pain of memories dear,
With Darkness approaching, my memories clear.

Memories fading from a being of human,
Oh! And how they fade so very fast.
A Death Grip on yesterday wishing they would last,
But the grasps' a'losing and soon repast.

With haunting memories of long ago,
Dreams turn to nightmares do be sown.
Their Voices are calling, and who would have known?
But thou grip on reality, will have to let go.

The screaming, the voices of the tortured, tormenting,
Thoughts of the past, are but never relenting.
They break through my sanity, is this never ending?
The visions' tormenting as the memories are fading.

These thoughts and voices no they will not control me
as i am the master of my destiny and choices,i will purge these voices with fire,
I will wait and watch them burn upon my pyre
to silence them, this is most dire.