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There were days when my wings were clipped, and I couldn’t fly away with the wind,
There were too many who constricted my flight,
They came in droves, some to participate, some to witness, a killing gone wrong.
An army of madmen, they crucified as they saw fit,
An army of terminators, “no reason” was reason enough.
No other choice had I, but to live,
My next of kin, I watched crumble beneath their attacks,
Some to live to tell a story,
The other three to perish, and be the sacrifice needed to fulfill the story.
I was of one mind, one heart, to live, to fight until I die.
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