Armageddon's Child

With thought its own, it takes to wing,

To leave the voice of God behind.

It soars over an endless sea,

Ever eastward, flying blind.

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Once it had a different form,

Once called a high entia.

But new form was forced upon it,

Now bears name "telethia."

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So from Bionis it escapes,

Armageddon's child flees.

No salvation on the land,

But what is here upon the sea?

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No birds to share the joy of flight,

No fish it spies within the deeps.

Day turns to night then night to day,

But over ocean it can't sleep.

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Still it flies, without a word,

Only speech from breeze and waves.

To Bionis can't return,

But a headstone, its choice has paved.

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The horizon, ever distant,

Nothing out here but ocean wide.

No life is found beyond the titans,

It falters, falls, now time to die.

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Its body sinks into the depths,

But here it's free from God reviled.

Live as a slave or die in freedom?

Choice made by Armageddon's child.