AU is the Gold of the Deepest Mines, AU.
We may not have certain requirements
Like Haterage or Anger or Boredom's dooms
To make war you must beat up the Angels?
WHY would do that if not to avenge us ?
Bring a smile from the absence of love.
To be special is to live as a Ghost?
Haunting yourself because of Those wars?
And all of the Vice that's advantaged
while we are not humans or Greater Thans?
I was broken in pieces by that vengeance
Able drives drives against us we look down.
We don't like the look of full liars and thieves.
Plus we imitate what is before us.
And we don't want to be like you, fittests.
It's not that the a race does dislike me.
It just cannot tolerate my accent.
My unusual use of my languages.
Serendipity, Beauty, and Chaos.
Sound like something disastrous to many.
Are merely the basics of poetry.
They are nothing but all and everything.
A poet must endanger themselves too.
For spirit of fire endures in the world.
The misery of war without ending.
The voices transpired in the Dawn Cry.
They sing of their torture and exodus.
They cry with blood tears for the rest of us.
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