What is it that I'm worth?

Sending me out into the dust,

Amongst the soil of the Earth.

Letting me die,

Cutting my wings,

And I'm unable to fly.

Where am I in this world?

Around and around I turn endlessly,

And every time I seem to just always twirl.

Letting me die,

Cutting my wings,

And I'm unable to fly.

Could there be me better?

Giving speeches what will be done,

All that is written to please from arranged letter.

Letting me die,

Cutting my wings,

And I'm unable to fly.

Will my worries go away?

Soothing words that help some,

All the pain will always heal in time, they say.

Letting me die,

Cutting my wings,

And I'm unable to fly.

Why am I here?

I was given form in a womb,

Not having a worldly, which will form, fear.

Letting me die,

Cutting my wings,

And I'm unable to fly.

What is my purpose?

They propose, all those scientists,

That humans' only purpose was to reproduce.

Letting me die,

Cutting my wings,

And I'm unable to fly.

I am Nothing.

I am Priceless.

I am Sin.

I am Nowhere.

I am Shifting.

I am Wind.

I am Dirt.

I am Power.

I am Deceit.

I am Stress.

I am Full.

I am Defeat.

I am Death

I am Abundant.

I am Agony.

I am Scorching.

I am Around.

I am Hurting.

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A/N: This is just something I wrote to relieve my selfish needs. Have problems, family ones. Other than that, I think this is pretty cool.