A Rough, young rebel with his back turned to God, Slung over his shoulder is a bullet-slinging rod. The Rebel looks back upon a life of hate, A life of envy, a life left too late. His eyes burning fierily, he endures his final blow, The Rebel is sent to live a life down below. Rivers of lava and a toxic sky, The young Rebel know that one day he will fly. He will fly away from death and return to his home,
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