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Our Wings

Through wits and pride some of us gain our wings,
We tamper with truth and cross a few lines,
Checking our back and stabbing others,
Merely to gain our wings,
Wings of wealth and respect,
Wings of power and stability,


But it does not matter what the wings are of,
It matters what they are made from,
Made from treachery and lies,
From people's pain and numerous knives,
there is no stability in the rockiness of selfishness,
Nor respect in the coldness of apathy,


We take what we want and throw out the rest,
Because surely we are all the world needs,
But as we fly with the wings our actions have given us,
We can truly only find out one thing,
That even though they carried us high for a little while,
Our hearts of stone are too heavy for even the strongest wings.

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The legend of a great warrior does not live in his sword or bow in arrow, but the stories he holds in his heart...

Really good, shows a dark reality on things.
I dabble with poems myself, however most are very deep parts of myself so i cant pluck the courage to show them in such a public place.