It’s subtle, yet so skilled in combat,

It gets you before know it.

It creeps up behind you

And pins your shoulders together.

It touches your ears

And locks your head in a vice.

You struggle to break free,

but find yourself in a dance

It’s that powerful, that persuasive.

It makes you fall in love

With your own illusions

And forget about anyone else.

You become a justice warrior

For your own brand of justice.

Your skin burns white.

Your eyes see red.

Your hands tear at phantoms.

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