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I spread my wings, stretched on the four winds. You may see them, shining, blazing and divine. But I see them, covered in slime. Angel-bat wings; here and there - a feather somewhere... Bat wings - holes in them; feathers and fuzz... A genetic experiment society's way, to perfect, things it doesn't get, to understand; soulless stand, of vanity and fear. Fueled by pride; it keeps so dear, so close, to it's rotten heart... Crazy, lazy & obscene; Oh, what a wonderful scene! - War & Death; is all you get!...
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
My torn up wings
I spread my wings, stretched on the four winds. You may see them, shining, blazing and divine. But I see them, covered in slime. Angel-bat wings; here and there - a feather somewhere... Bat wings - holes in them; feathers and fuzz... A genetic experiment society's way, to perfect, things it doesn't get, to understand; soulless stand, of vanity and fear. Fueled by pride; it keeps so dear, so close, to it's rotten heart... Crazy, lazy & obscene; Oh, what a wonderful scene! - War & Death; is all you get!...
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
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