Strange Tales of the Journey - Poetry

A question on identity,
Declaring and accepting,
A Chapter at the end,
To the very end.

A reign of terror across the ends,
A time to collect,
Down below,
In the depths of the dark.

At stake,
Maybe many,
Fewer still escapes through,
Not a matter that matters.

To listen,
To the fist in the air,
Telling hoe to act,
For acting alone is the way.

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