I remember the epic battle.
Even the winners were doomed.
No one remembered the lessons of the past.
I find that I must weep.
I brought a curse on myself.
In spite, I filled pages with my venom.
I thought that I understood my purpose.
My mind is shifting to a new consciousness.
The endless battle frightens me.
I am glad this day will fade when I sleep.
W. Wayne B.
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