It was myself,
a fabrication of me,
an immitation,a falsity
..but it was me.
I looked down on myself with contempt,
I stared back up in confusion,
I bent down to look into my tired eyes
Then I told myself,
'Rise, serve your people and fight'
Then I dissapeared, leaving myself...
all alone, again

I arose and saw the castles in the distance
the castles built of purple sand,
perfectly carved by the flawless claws of nature,
I began to walk, tread, trudge, drag myself
drag these tired bones onward,
And then the skies opened,
Rain fell on my face but it was not
the rain of normality or human understanding,
It was rain of...

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