You are my enemy.
You give me life,
But only in letting me see how you slowly kill me.
All of the disasters of my life are brought to me by you,
And you sweep my happy moments behind me and blur their memory.
You let me see much further than you will ever let me go. 
You are my enemy.
Your goal is nothing less than the end of all things.
I can do nothing against you.
Your shackle gleams from my wrist --
Symbolic, but only too painfully real.
I am your slave. 
In the end, I will escape you,
Though you will think to have destroyed me utterly. 
-- March 31, 1988, Sweden, copyright © 1988, 2005

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