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I remember this place.

Once I called home,

my haven,

my secluded secret. 

I brought destruction once, 

then it was reborn with life.

Now I return with destruction 

in my wake.

It's on my breath,

in the tips of my fingers.

I feel it in my head,

it's all around me.

I'm ready to destroy everything in my path. 

There is a wrath I must unleash,

before it consumes me whole. 

I need to release it,

here, now.