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Madness The whispering wind held secrets Heard only in the mind, Of a lonely reclusive Stranger, maddened by time Everlasting. Eliptical visions Yielded terrors of the Enemy's torturous cuisine. Starvation. Glowing embers burned his skin Lighting the fires of hell. Oblivious to the World around him Each sensation brought him Devastation. Without shame he wandered Ignorant of his appearance. Thread bare and dirty, he was Heartbroken. Mad at the world Around him, he Damned the human race. Noble was his cause, for Eagerly he had Strived to be, a duty bound Soldier.
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