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Once you were made of the sky do

you remember that?

Before they told you what you

were supposed to be.

Before they destroyed your

elegant wings.

Before they tricked you and chained

you to an idea to a prison they made for you branded

you with a label, with pain.

Tried to remold you into

something easier for them to understand.

But your

Blood didn’t let you forget.

The taste of the

sky.

The memories of flying to the horizon just to kiss

the sun before he fell asleep.

Once Apollo himself

loved you so much, that he softened the sun’s heat

so it could not melt your wings.

He is still waiting for

you to remember who you were before they turned

you into something they understood.Come, you have

always known what it would take to eat those chains,

to fly free again.

Nothing about this was ever going to

be easy Freedom was built on backs and bones and

blood.

Take the thing that is owed to you.

Forge new

wings in the belly of betrayal.

Watch them quiver as

you rise again, this time breathing fire your spine

made of fury.

Show them what happens when they try

To take the voice from those born in the sky.

Become

Your battlecry.

@peacewriter51