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Slowly and slowly fly the mighty feathers: the uncanny wrath bearer, The poacher's prey, the bald bizzare stigmatic cryptic creature, The ecosystem's majestic role player!
We are all taught to believe our choices are our own,
What are we? what are we but a mere two specks on a world of seven billion? what is our world but an average-sized sphere amongst a limit of spheres to which we know no bound?
Warm salty yet smooth waves covered my feet like a blanket Trying to look past the currents- the waves and the boats
In the beginning this land was calm and peacful. Harmoniously it co-existed with the world surrounding it. Neighboring lands though, tainted by evil, began invading our own;