Swift,
Embarking the path laid before him,
He has no history,
But only one more added sin.
Quick,
Blazing through Time,
He has no Presence,
For only its him and his shadow's crime.
Fast,
Marching With His Wings Spread Wide.
He has no Future,
Because of his emotions in a Tide.
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Poetry From Me...
No one seems to read them anymore.
Poems left and right but no where to go.
Either read them...
Or...well...I don't know.
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