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Not long ago

I saw that Gate

And it was terrifying

Death, Flames, Disease

My blood and sweat were cold

But now what I've done

What I've become

Past and present fortunes

The spoils of war leave

Fear and Hatred

And now my time

Close at hand

And I'm clear on this

The salty soil

The conflict's final setting

For me to return

Forcefully burned

Torn from my haven

The blood's alive

The fear is strong

The stratum is pervaded with aeriform

My wits unsleeping, and the scenes are taking shape

In my frontal, that icon standing tall

Will mean my imminent exit from life, or it's fall

...and now

Once again

That Gate in my sight

Approach is simplified

My veins are warm

My hate is activating

I've learned enough in my years

The time has come for the quietus

The past is more than a prophecy

I enter sadly.