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Wings


So they say of the great ones,

on the wings of destiny,

a power at the core from the beginning

brought them to the edges of humanity,

stared them down into the belly and out over the kingdom, an innate peace,

glowing crimson from the center of all their motivation,

personal constants directing the clearing of a pathway that had never been walked,

vibrations from a church bell.

 
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