What Am I?
I am because of he who died before me
I, along with my brothers and sisters, grow
From what he has given us
We stand tall as one
Amidst a sea of our cousins
Yet our brilliance is short-lived
We are struck down
We are stripped
A perilous journey takes us to the beginning of our end
Rescue us! Return us to our home
We are crushed
We are broken
As you watch on in greedy expectation
Our torment results in your pleasure
We are torched
We are formless
Our pain is at last over; we feel no more
I, along with my brothers and sisters now are one
You delight in our senseless bodies
And so shall we remain
Until we are crushed once more to appease your needs
And return to whence we came
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