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Fear.

I've been here
before, its been just over
two years, I remember this fear
polluting my eyes, I'm starting over.

Demon, you are gone from me,
I've outgrown you, lovely dead.
I need something new, for my
system has reached its end.

this world again trembles,
fire spits through this earth.
again I make for the high ground,
as my haven again shall burn.