Icarus
My father wished to give me freedom
Certainly not death
But my disobedience brought me to my fall
I should’ve listened to his warnings
But the freedom was just to great
Mortals couldn’t fly, but I was doing just fine
That taste of what it is to fly brought me to my death
I'm sorry to my father who know grieves my death
Father I am sorry,
Freedom was just great.
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