Dove

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Fly bird fly,

Fly away from here.

Fly away from this place of devils,

The fuel for nightmares.

Be free from this hell we call earth,

Where the heavens have been

vanquished

into nothing of value or worth.

White little Dove, fly and don't look back,

More of us are coming until these woods are burnt black.

This world will not last forever,

Or so I thought.

Until you came along but now

you've been

Sought.

Fly bird fly,

Fly away from here.

Ill protect you with my life,

So you can save this world

From Fear.

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