Through strangled eyes and sightless throat
Round garbled scent and voices broke
On sounds of touch and feeling words
To making peace with flightless birds
Take to the ground, set them to cage
Hide your feet and mourn the brave
Remember not the joy you felt
But rather, cling to 'Rion's Belt
Place your will beside the stars
And don't forget just who you are
In a senseless, violent, worthless world
Where people fade to brightened swirls
When things 'round you turn on their heads
Take control and don't be led.
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