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Looking into a history that I do not understand

The names before me drifting creating demands that force my hand

Placing a crushing weight on my back

Crying out to a faith I’ve lost and now so sorely lack

Shouting out to long dead souls,

I am angry at their passing but cannot lament upon their loss

Step back, cursing under tormented breath

As they whisper of coming terror, the promise of death, life’s undeniable cost

Step back remembering,

By the pulsing within my veins

Of the lives lived and gone before me

I am touched by all their names.