Where is my saviour

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The heart brims with anger
My face covered in blood
The night sky calls to me
But how will I fly?
The palm feels the hammer
Chain link is cold
Stars await my sheen
I can’t simply glide
I aspire to leap
From the decaying heap
To fulfill myself
Or try dying one self
My will is too weak
And the chain wouldn’t shriek
I lie here in tears
Felled by my fears
Will there be will
Would the chain unshackle?
Or would wings wither feigning?
With not enough trying
Will I be my saviour
Will there be a saviour?

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