This is just a stream of consciousness so half of it will not make sense.
My voice fills the space, the void that is the darkness.
It fights the world, beats down the bricks.
Because I don't need your ax anymore.
Once it was useful, but now I have a sword.
It slices and swipes, but does not hurt my throat.
I have found a nuclear bomb in the era of arrows.
That bomb grew in me, I fostered its fuel.
I rose to glory, flew the coop.
I swept and swooped, down and out.
My wings floated on his love, gazing quietly in the sky.
Goodbye I hooted to the old.
How's it going to the now.
Hello to the future.
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