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  • I found you in the inner lip of an active volcano.
    I might have overlooked the sudden flash of color
    Where none should be,
    But I could hardly ignore your insistent song: "I want to be! I want to be!"

    How dare you, you insignificant green clot!
    I came here seeking death.
    Let the talons tighten their grip on my flesh
    And the cruel beaks work their will on my spirit.

    I am tired of it all.
    I have seen too much.

    "I want to be!"

    Did you know that I came here to mock you,
    You stupid green bastard,
    And walked away a worshiper?
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