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Birth, flight, why
Would you die?

Dreams of sight
Then we writhe

I capture you
In the

Light, signs of
No life

Fly with all the
Wisdom gained
We still fail

Plucked from branches
Of knowledge
Enveloped by the hands
That feed you

Cradled, hated, instead
You will feign

Bribed, with lies, for lies
To overlook

Pain, what's at stake?
Nothing but the

Inconvenience for your waning privilege

Painless

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