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I'll Fly Away

Should insurrection torment these lifeless streets;
Smoldering debris,
And plumes of smoke,
Speak my name;
And I'll fly away.
Lest devestation be wreaked,
Upon existance so crystalline,
Gleaming shards,
As I avert my eyes,
Call my heart;
And I'll fly away.
If humanity shall cease to abide;
By the morals that once ensured life;
Let this snow morph to ashes,
And these clouds to stone.
Summon my soul,
Ad I'll fly away.
Should devestation be wreaked upon these innocent eyes;
Lest sparkling warmth morph to flames,
And passion to apathy,
Call my name,
And I'll fly away.




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