I hope and pray that I will find. The child I have left behind. For as I hear the madness gloat. A frightened scream rips from my throat. A child's love, with blind ambition. Against mt panicked admonition. Into the heart of evil's lair, I battle on without despair. And search and wander as I might. I see no ending to my plight. There is no point in searching more. For I'm the one he's searching for.
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