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Influence 1: World War II

...In which Yami Yugi is brought to a young Jewish boy, who is later killed by Nazis in his own neighborhood.

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They lined them all up against a dirty brick wall

And pointed

...Objects... Like magic rods or staffs

At their heads

With mystic symbols on their shoulders that looked like grotesque, four- legged spiders

Jet black on blood red

And I wonder if these attributes

Could be a coincedence for

What happened next.

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The people against the wall

I could only see out of the corner of my eye

For my host

Was made

To stand

And stare straight ahead.

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These people against the wall

On their chests were symbols

Different symbols in appearance

A golden pin? With several points

Like a burning sun over desert sands

Was what I thought.

I was still very confused

Having been yanked out of the darkness

And left without identity

For so long

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And from my host was nothing but a fear

Intensified by my own misgivings.

Apologizing to him for my turbulent emotions

Did nothing to calm his mind

His encounter with me had been a strange experiance

For both of us.

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His father had given me to

Him who had

Then assembled me into

What I am

Now.

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Not for the first time had this happened

Yet

He was the first I revealed myself to.

This made a difference

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But no memories of mine were in his posession.

Searching through his memories I uncovered no traces of my past

It was time to move on

I thought.

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Until...

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He confided in me

He told me he liked a young girl, a girl who

Did not wear a blazing sun on her chest

And I wondered

Could they ever

Love each other as equals.

I did not believe they could

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And so my pride compelled me to change his soul

Just a fraction of a desire

So he would not long for her presence

As intensely and passionately

As he had

Before.

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He knew not I had been the culprit

But he knew he had undergone

A most direct change, and succumbed

To distress.

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Occupying his body and soul

I saw that for him

Colors were less vivid

Smells less pungent

Sounds less soothing

And

Food left him tasting nothing

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For this I cursed my naievty, for I

Should have known

To tamper with the thoughts and desires of the innocent

No matter how hindering they may be

Is a great crime.

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My thoughts came too late for my host

And when he spoke to me

In a voice of paler volumes then before my arrival

I was heartbroken.

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But as we stood together

With plaster falling like dried skeletons of

Tiny corpses

His fear overwhelmed me

And touched me

And he asked me, just once

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"What was your name?"

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But before I could answer

There was a sharp cracking noise

Like the breaking of a dawn

Like the dawning of a sun over desert sands

Like the sunrise that turns the sands blood-red

And blood red was all I saw

For a fraction

Of a very

Very

Very

Long

Second.

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I was back in the darkness.

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My host was

Nowhere to be found

And I experianced some form

Of distress

That was my own.

My own emotion.

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Until I saw a light emerge

A different light

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A different light!

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For while my host had been kind

And gentle

And warm and forgiving

This was a harsh and piercing ray

That nearly cut through my defenses

And yet could not be penetrated itself.

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Yet I somehow sensed

This new host had none of my memories

And that he did not

Deserve

My presence.

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How had I come to posess this man?

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Through his eyes, I saw his memories of the

Previous seconds

Grabbing the shoulder of my former host

Whom he had just disposed of

With his Strange Staff.

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There was red everywhere around my host's head.

My new host, with his spider clinging to his upper arm

Flipped the carcass over

And lifted the chain that had bound us together

Over my former host's head

He had stolen me.

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I now belonged to him

And I did not appreciate it

I felt a loathing

Creep through my/his/our stomach

And resolved to avenge my

Former host

One way or another

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And so I gathered up my remaining strength

To influence his mind and body

And I made him leave the area

That now smelled of death

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In an alley I raised his arm

With the Staff put to his temple

And I

Forced

Him to pull

What he would have called

The trigger

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I whispered in his ear as I did the deed, "Penalty game..."

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The same loud cracking sound

Plunged me back into the shadows

Where I was content to stay

Where there was no time

Where there were no people

No brick walls

No burning suns or

Black four-legged spiders

No young hosts

No hopeless passion

No one to take either of them away...

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Yet I still remembered

The regret and sorrow

When I made my host realize he could never attain

That girl without a golden sun

Over her chest.

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And in the darkness

This recollection of

My host's face

Was my only companion

And the wisdom and my promise

That I would never change another host's Soul

Ever.

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And I stayed like that for a period of time.

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The 'burning sun pins' Yami keeps referring to are the Jewish badges that Jews were forced to wear so everyone would know who to taunt and shun and kill.

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