I remember when I was a child
Caught between Nostradamus and The Cold War
The fear and the nightmares
That feeling has returned again
Beside realism and possibility
My anxiety rehearses the panic
The desperate attempts to survive
The escape plans
Living through death or scripting my own
Paranoia tells fantastic Tales
I promised You I would not hate You
I think I understand
As much as my feeble human mind can
You said You'd find me again
You'd recognize my spark
Staring at the doorway to The Abyss
Nothing really Ends
There is no "finished"
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