arcadia blanc // steve rogers

"We held roses as massive destructions were thrown carelessly upon our precious land, we stayed faithful to the light that may shine 'hope' to our dirtied, ridiculed pride. We held to one another tightly, savoring these moments we might've spent with the last of our existing kind. In amidst the unbreakable bond we spread across our nation, lifeless bodies scatter like a simple rainfall with single droplets bestowed on a rainy day. Or at least, 'tis what we would've preferred than our people treated like shaggy rag dolls dragged and pulled aside. I'm the last, barely living survivor of our now extinct species, for they willed themselves to cast away their lives for me. For my sake. And for their identity to live on, to proclaim a declaration that they were here, that their existence was more than a dust to blow away with a simple huff. Besides, who would've wanted a civilization filled with mutants with the power to steal power just roaming around the depths of this earth, right?

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