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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My dear eagle, I do not abhor you, though I may have spat your name with bitter curses We are bound in the same chains Just because you do not struggle Because you cannot feel them bite against your neck Does not mean they are not there You think you are like them because you fly You think you are closer to a god on Olympus Than a man, chained forever to the ground But we men see, and so to do the gods, that you are more mortal than those you rip each day to pieces You say you are free, But do you choose each day to consume me? To tear my liver from my body, to decimate your own brother Do you do this out of love for your uncaring master? Or because you know, deep in your chest, that if you do not it will be you who lies in my place Limbs splayed in agony Gut a grotesque display for those who watch from below A cautionary tale But let me tell you, my dear eagle Though I suffer, still I smile For the spark I stole cannot be extinguished The wisdom I shared cannot be forgotten It spreads across the earth, a quiet blaze The people’s rage Is not for you, but for your master He who clips your wings with your pitiful consent Though you, like so many, masquerade as a god you can never be Harm your people as the gods do to protect from their own wrath I, like so many, despite this futility, raise my chin And spite the gods with undying breath
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