Force of myself comes naturally
exercise pieces like discarded gifts.

Echoes of thunder vibrate and churn
the air around me.

Melodies hum and dance so wickedly.

Dance above me and scorn the heavens.

Beasts long forgotten have risen and
taken their rightful place by the throne.

Passion fans across a thousand miles
and only birds can see the reach.

Screams and flags and furor beat
the ground and and maelstrom competes with calamity.

All eyes are on the victor and the pride
she’s brought upon us all.

No shame in waving a flag nor
humiliation for screaming your birthright.

The chorus of sympathy and
the righteous encouragement from blind mice.

Matters that concern an
otherwise indifferent heart.

In the open air we leave and cross
the Nile without boat nor oar.

The wail of danger falls deaf.

We have nothing to fear.

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