The winged creatures that roam the sky,
Shadows upon the naked eye.
Creatures of darkness and pain,
They have been released from their chain.
My unworthy soul wishes for wings,
The fly with these wretched things.
A false freedom with no pain,
Until you realize there was no gain.
But flying.. Flying with these creatures will bring peace to my mind.
These creatures have already left me behind.
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