and it starts like this though

I recently realized I could re-draw all of my mythologies - after all i say never beg for power because the powerful never give or bestow power. they act in power.
the powerless always has the power to do right.
the hate that is bound to the hurt they inflict is not a curse or a sin, it is a feeling, let it out, let your hate show your love what life is all about.
growl like the mother wolf, claws out.
shadows full of allies,
their silence tells me what they're about.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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