We work in the dark We do what we can to battle the evil That would otherwise destroy us But if a man's character is his fate, This fight is not a choice but a calling Yet sometimes, the weight of this Burden causes us to falter, Breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, Allowing the monsters without to turn within, And we are left alone......staring into the abyss Into the laughing face of madness.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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