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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.

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An army of madmen, they crucified as they saw fit,

An army of terminators, “no reason” was reason enough.

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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.

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I was of one mind, one heart, to live, to fight until I die.

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