Savagery Sings
The world alone is making me smile
left to marvel at its natural wonder.
Glowing out loud is always in style.
On a level high above thunder,
I fly on the sunshine in my veins.
My label’s that mach five number.
When caged by what society feigns,
many forget the important things.
If you fumble? Innate wisdom remains.
Wasted on the fury of wild wings,
with abandon their savagery sings.
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