Hope is a white dove
Taking flight for the first time
Spreading its beautiful intricate wings
So bright and fragile
It starts out shaky
Maybe a little out of breath
And then it levels out
Something almost magical happens
When it soars up like its wings were made of fire
Gliding right along the edges of the clouds as of it were on ice
Getting to a place so high no one can touch
To a place where it belongs
Some say that doves are for peace and love
But I think otherwise
After all,
How can there be peace and love
Without even a sliver of hope first-
To commence that peace and love
Hope is a white dove
That need not be restrained
Nor smothered
Hope
Set it free
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The Insurrection
General FictionThey say a riot is the language of the unheard, so that is what we do. We hope to change the World and fight against UniFed. We hope to change the World and make UniFed surrender to us. We hope to change the World and survive the consequences. The...
