Before my own time
Within them are beasts
Such is the same within me
If not for that brief moment
Wherein a spark of warmth
Revealed itself
Undiscovered would it remain
Amongst my broken wings
Yet the inner spirit survives
Beasts fights against the spark
Flames shall lick at them
Broken wings of burnt glory
Soaring would they be
If not for my inferiority
Being the cause of others
Orphaned before my time
With no outstretched hand
This is the fate of many
As we faint in malignant terror
~Moses~
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