The dragons surround me
Their fire lashing out at me,
Their ceaseless destruction
Finally taking its toll.
The destruction I caused.
The fire I created.
The dragons I raised.
All live in the he'll I created.

The thunderstorms of emotion,
The volcanoes of thoughts,
The beat of the dead-
All remind me
Of the he'll I created.

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