Pride

Iam a lion without a roar 

An experiment without a family 

Identified by only a number 

Now ruler of my destiny 

Gaining strength and speed as I fall 

Look into this lambs ferocious eyes

And you may be broken asunder 

This poem is about: 
Me
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