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As we are but children

Born without direction or guidance

So does my soul search

Carrying me over the snow topped mountains, into the sweaty, slimy swamps and across the distant desserts.

Throwing me into the fires of apathy, usurping indolence and masochistic cruelty.

Pitting me against the most vile abominations, cunning deceivers and wicked wonders.

I have trained with devil dogs, fought with leathernecks, won medals and lost friends.

Still my soul wanders, wonders, waxes and wains

But I stopped listening, and-so it grew, consuming all that I was, until I was a ghoul.

As I raise from the grave, alight my body and mind, feel my soul as I grasp the divine.