Bubbling up from within my core,
Thoughts bounce around my head, in war.
From where do I draw my life's power,
When crisis looms upon the hour?
Is it through talking with my friends
Upon which "Solution" depends?
...Or praying to something above,
Source of unconditional love?
Maybe following set of rules
Is key for my base kit of tools...
Then, while walking back to my home,
Thoughts of undead did slyly come.
Am I a vampire, like disease,
Drawing life out, with fatal bites?
Or maybe a lich, living through
Arcane studies, learned in dark nights?
Could I be some sort of foul ghoul,
Feasting on flesh, in carnal rites?
'Tis not literal life effects,
But treats others as "things we fight"...
Then, the whisper comes, in my mind,
On the solitary night walk -
"How'd I survive, sixteen years past?
Am I embedded in matrix,
Or implanted with small machines?"
...So my mind wanders, in weird ways...
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