As the music played, the fugue on his mind cleared,
Finally he understood what he had always feared,
The nagging doubt gnawing at his thoughts,
Now he could make sense, connect all the dots.
Here he sat in his chair yet his mind was among the stars,
He remembered how he had gotten each and every of his scars,
It was him, he could now remember,
As well the reason for his own willful surrender.
Now, bound no longer, by the spell,
Oh, he was going to raise hell,
Run you fools, all of you,
For you know who is back, you know who.
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