Where are we going?
I ask you, o noble ones
who fight for me.
Where are you taking me?
Fishing me out of the pool of ignorance
away form the loving embrace
of angel Emily and the Waterbabies.
Pulling through thorn and web
into reality's mud and slime.
Marked and scarred,
my new found freedom is in my hands.
I am free!
I am able!
I am alone,
in a sea of millions,
and what more?
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