pushed from the past,
I choke on the truths of a thousand dead,
walking from the flames,
my visions are of mercy and death,
the conflictions of life no longer harm me,
my sentence of pain has been dealt at great length,
th day I die has been shown to me,
I cannot escape my pain,
and I must accept the faults of the world,
we are the middle children of history, man,
no purpose or place,
we have no great war,
no great depression,
our great war is a spiritual war,
our great depression,
is our lives,
the day I die has been shown to me,
ever since the day I was born,
I cannot escape my pain,
and I must accept the faults of the world
 
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