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I am the pioneer.
Of the artistic lost frontier.
Let read through
When I come out- I will be anew.

~ I saw my people tremble
Starving for such nonsense eternal.
They were mocked at yet
Maddening in their chaotic ways. ~

~ To stand up and behold!
Gone with the rise it foretold!
I know these lies
As the minds of my generation dies. ~

I felt the Maelstrom roar
To the ignorant it abhors.
I saw more in the darkness, it adores.

~ Sleep away the angry pain
Today we will all go insane.
In the blackest of hours
I descend with arms open wide, off the towers. ~

~ It seem there was no way to escape it.
I had to cut my own hand off to vanish
Those bastards jailed me for originality.
I hate them, I hate them all. ~

It seems the more poems I read here,
The dear Maelstrom tears.
Inked black as the reapers bones
I heard the Maelstrom in agonizing moans.

Do you want me to stop?
Of all the things you have wrought?
Certainly dear Maelstrom I will.
I will return with your waters filled.

Crawling out the invisible ladder
I could not help but to grow madder.
The poems from the masters,
Hiding away from all disasters

Need not to continue their ways
People outside the maelstrom grow dumber by days
I want them to learn and read off them.
Not like the poetry are condemned.

Where did the Maelstrom go?
Why do I feel someone is watching me so?

I feel cold...
I feel old...

" The Maelstrom ages people
From the ground to the steeple,
You are not damned until humanoids end.
But have no fear, I am your friend.

I am the eternal Wraith Lord.
Bow to me and come aboard.
You have down well to adore.
Retire your skills to me eternally. ( touch my siphoning sword )
Together, we won't get bored.... "