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The Returned

Would you like me to write a poem for you,
A poem about what is wrong?
He is back and back with a vengeance
A bloodcurdling anger has fueled.
He visits me every day
Tormenting me constantly, awake or asleep.
There is no escaping what has become,
The monster that has become.
Because he is back and back with a vengeance
For a bloodcurdling anger has fueled...
 
I guess you may call them the Returned
For they have died and come back to life.
Not zombies but fears, memories and regrets
The things that should have never been found...
Your volt is unlocked and now they have risen
The Returned and the Returning.

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