i am InfiniteA Poem by winter;lyraI float myself And grab our hope With these hands I called mine I cross the rivers Across the mountains -Countless mountains- -Some less mine than others- -Ferocious hunger- They cry for more "Bleed for us once more" I slith my wrist And let it be Replaced By someone else's I am infinite That's how they thaught me to think And with each death My voices widen So Kill me woman I shall rise On the mourning Following my burial Weaker than used I to be Yet plentier than I used to be
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