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The road beckoned to me from beyond the grave,
Voices from Hell slowly loosened their embrace;
It was not only my life I had to save,
I had to wash the tepid years off my face.
It was a long and lonely walk to Salvation.
Ghosts of Envy and Pride hindered my every move;
Through the suffocating gray film of Desperation
My comrade shadows did I try to soothe.
Apparitions of Satanic wrongs came careening back,
Carving a mark on my every feature.
Was it wrong then, a conscience to lack,
And be transformed into an ungodly creature?
At last my destination did I reach,
Clothes in dust, webs, premonition and years.
A solitary flame in the Dark House did preach
Of how to antagonize my innermost fears.
Suddenly, my eyes were pulled towards the mirror,
I looked into it as if in a dream –
The roots of my existence began to quiver.
It was then that I started to scream….
Servitas a Periculum
Servatis a Maleficum