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    Throughout history we have had inspiration
    the very duration in our hearts that lead to change
    but it was this inspiration that leads to despare
    which in the end deranges the soul
    and yet what can stop our ever flowing minds
    what can take the toll of hundreds of deaths caused by our imaginations
    what can push us to the brink of war
    can it be?
    is it our frustration's, that lead to our worst of intentions
    or is it that our very minds want something to hate
    but now its too late
    and yet, who do i have to blame?
    who is my opponent in this game that these little boys?
    They pulled me out, they gave me shelter, they gave me tools to build
    but to what avail?
    I spent the last remaing years of my life trying to make amends for what i created
    but i cant stop it, i cant fight against it
    but that doesnt mean i can try,
    so these are the last words i shall utter in my heart
    i must, and i shall
    i will stop you,
    the monster that i have created
    i will end you
    my once beloved