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I wonder gazing from field to field

one day here the next day there

nothing before me nothing behind me

Nothing beneith me either.

I am floating over it on wings that I created

I see me below

I still graze the earth but now from within

Even the pits of hell have nothing for me

After what I thought I lost.

Don't cry for my the random cow

I was lead by myself to my own slaughter

My blood spilt by myself

As I graze the barbed wire

Nothing left now but the ravens and the crows

A flutter of wings and no more