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and it sprouted it's wings of gold
consumed by the haven of peace that it from came
to fly past horizen and learn truth to its name
But the demons that seeped from the mouths of the others, though small in size they are
each clung and hung to the heven sent thing, so it's climb was prevented from far
Each demon grasping on to the light, you couldn't get off with any of might
and for now the feathers pulled and plucked, the creature fell to the dirt and lost all gold
and for now all its sight grows dulled
and for now the lingering demons remain,
exsist to chant opinions in mist, so unsane
and another one fell to words
Please give me some things that i should fix, i really like this poem.
This was meant to be about violence through words
please tell me what you think
