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Rising Angels
Seven and two all aflight.
Heros of a triad banner.
All fighting toward one goal,
HOME.
They think of it daily,
as they do their business
of being warriors.
We are like them,
in that we want,
the same things in life,
Safety and security.
Only, they stand for it.
Proud and tall,
their lives cut short,
like so many,
by a smokey tailed demon.
To the firery earth they plunged,
uncontrolably, they scatter upon the rocks,
life ended,
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