prometheus

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To be in any form, what is that?


Mine is no callous shell,

I merely am a new identity.

Flames and ether

My flesh and blood


They with no consideration enjoy to worry me

They all come to assist me

I am carried up by traitors


And the greatest traitor,

I myself


Carried me there.

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