It was in my father
And his father before him
And his father's father
Where it began, we do not know
But we know it ends in sickness, stagnation and death
But still it lives, for it has known a thousand ressurections.

We do not see it but it hovers
Others miss it but it follows.

My fathers embraced it
I rejected it and vowed escape
But i am alone in this fight and waxing weak.

The more i fight, the weaker i grow
But i must continue this harrowing fight
So that people will think me normal

For if this monster prevails,
They will see in me a monster
And not a poor defeated warrior.


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