I am the stuff legends are made of… My weaknesses are my strengths… And my strengths are hard to come by…
I am the beginning to my end… The end to selfish living… I am the root that gives way to new life in a new season…
Viva la Rebellion
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Birdbrain City (Poem)
Look at all the birds
Every shape, color, size
Scratching at the surface
Pecking at the lies
Adorning the walls with excrement
Every day is a holiday
Every day is the same old story
The plot thickens
But none will sway
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are all the vines?
Where are all the pretty birds?
Where are all the signs?
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