When demons of history haunt your dreams
And tear at your mind through countless seams.
When conscience itself begins wishing to die!
Curse the day when guilt blinds the mind’s eye!
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Pool of memories, is the demons of history. Wish I could let go of my soul at times. But orders are orders. T.