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After my outburst

My squadmates grab hold of me

Doubting my sound mindstate

They see I’m not all there

Cackling shouting

That’s all I hear

Low droning voices

That enter my ears

Approaching end time

The pathogen lurks

Slowly but surely

The less my mind works

Driving my impulse to eradicate

The sickness lurks

Making me see hostiles

Mechanically reaching for my bayonet

I begin to stick the blade into his head

First one’s dead three have noticed

Once was five now is four

Reaching for their sidearms

They do not notice that

I have the upper hand

In this moment I now reign

Moldy spores take over

Creating a new presence

Indigenous pathogen

Has now caused me to attack

Resulting in three more deaths

I may have been too swift for them

Two personas one body

Fighting to be the dominant type

One tries to take one tries to live

Both killing me yet I remain

Damned to die cursed to live