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Sep 2014
They tried to make them extinct
Beautiful creatures of
Air,
Earth,
Fire,
Misunderstood
They are creatures of old,
They weren't a threat
Till like locusts we
Took there land
Nesting's,
Food,
Home
They use what they have
Flame,
Air,
Cleansing their land,
Never would they harm
Unless
Weapons were grasped by the hand,
These majestic creatures
Old as time,
But then there were those
Contaminated,
Polluted,
Perverted,
By the hand of man,
What once was pure
Its mind twisted to be a servant
Of man,
But I walk with the one
Never leashed,
Trust had to be earned
Till it was given
Then we are one
Avengers of fallen wings
Of the dead
Who never stood a chance,
We vanquish those
Put them to eternal rest,
To damaged by mans hand
Those who inflict pain
We are as one
Judge,
Jury,
Executioner
For we are the justice of the sky,
We set the wrongs of man right,
Be it the fallen wings
Or man
Know the punishment is
Trail by fire,
Incinerated for your crimes
Burn till only smouldering ashes line the floor
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
(On Oblivions Doorstep)   
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