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Held Down

Strong and Wicked,
taste the impulse. 
We are only as strong,
as life permits us.

Chained and Strangled,
wings have been clipped.
Our minds' build walls,
that our bodies can't strip.

Forever, Final,
We are descending.
Life is Eternal,
but we are ending.

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