As the sound of my voice changed,
And wings grew out of my back
I saw some clarity.
As my head hurt,
From the growing horns
I realized that
I have nothing more.
As my hand turned into a claw,
I knew that I am no longer a pawn
I have a purpose in life,
Be it big or small
And I must change
Humanities views on it all.
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