Flesh
A myriad of feathers
It falls for certainty
Or from one aspect
Of contrast may be expressed
Once again
To preserve the only claw
Feathers to mount which possess
Fashion for many are designed
In disgrace, illiteracy, and greed
In a belief
The vein involves virtue
As declared an analogy
A carcass lays with aspiration
Of faith with better endings
Unbothered for show
But with no empathy for the dead
If one falls from skies becomes lifeless
As delicate as it can be
One endorses the presence
Of a last breath
To inhale the disbelief
What is meant to be
Protests coincidences
To be a myth
Only in sin we plead for mercy
Perhaps it is too late
To hear melodies
That the morning sings
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