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The bite of our united sword

Pierces her lovely fragile heart

And humanities stealth pursues her into hiding

She both loves and fears our duplicity

She identifies and justifies our lacks

But she is set apart

Standing shoulder to shoulder with

Other world bearing souls

She is our twin, she is our copied clone

And she is both immune and subject to humanities whims

And though she lives in the darkened world

Its canopy is speckled with ever burning lights



She holds the world in her hands

And she cries the tears of the brilliant

Of the destitute and lonely

Since she holds our essence so devotedly

She is conscience where there is none, feeling when it is pushed aside

Compassion, sympathy, guilt a part of everything

So she cries

Tears of such knowledge and pain

That they contain the recipe of joy

And as they rain life onto our dry unfeeling planet

The formula is greedily consumed before inspection

And their wisdom remains unknown