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Tha MagpieI hear him calling, from his high place.
There is no reply. Lone, he is sorrow.
Why are his times hard? Later he will eat children.
Many scorn him; he is cruel is their eyes,
While in their mouths the children of others,
Raised in cages, were born to die.
From his branch he must act to live,
The question is: must we?
ResistMy mind is winding,
It is knotted.
My gut grinds,
Fierce searing heat.
Visions of destruction,
Love the fuel, pain the cure.
Male aggression, we will ruin ourselves.
All for a fear,
An anxiety cofounded,
A worry on a thought,
Piled upon uncertainty.
Fused with passion,
It is blown to giant scales.
I must wrestle my mind from this spiral,
I must wrench my gut from this rage,
Calm my body, release my mind,
Who knows what is to come.
The fates are set,
The threads are already woven.
Do not vie to change them,
But travel them with courage,
For life shall flow better with our minds in the now.
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