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The sky is bright, the planet green
I have been cleared of an evil thing
Yet I touch my face, it’s wet, it stings
We are saved so why do I cry?
There is no war, the sunshine rests
Warming my free brother’s heads
For the first time, they sleep in beds
Clones can rest, why do I cry?
Her hair is free and twirls with joy
At last I hear her happy voice
And get to see her robot toys
She’s by my side, why do I cry?
The children smile and roll on grass
Prime is gone, we wash our hands
Couples kiss, the hard times passed
I feel her lips, why do I cry?
I own my mind, I own my name
I finished playing his sick game
I never need to hurt the same
I hold her LUVD, why do I cry?
Oh.
It’s in those brown eyes, twisted to the side.
And they’re right.
They should not be okay with this.
I am not deserving bliss.
The scars in forests,
Burnt ocean towns,
At my presence
The curves of frowns.
Etheria does not forget.
Poisoned plants,
Forgotten families,
At my presence
The pain of casualties.
Etherians do not forget.
A missing queen,
Red painted wings,
At my presence
These are the things.
Her friends do not forget.
A different mask,
And severed man,
Lack of my presence
Led my future to be damned.
And I remember now
She was wrapped in a blanket that would not protect from cold. Barely more than a whisper old. New to this world from a fading portal, no means of survival while breakably mortal.
I brought her home.
Through anguish and despair
I brought her home
Through abandonment and hopelessness
I brought her home
Through pain and shame
I brought her home in my arms.
They way I wish someone had for me.
I built my home from a broken ship
I moved my legs as the armor chipped
I trained the meek into metal soldiers
I earned her hair upon my shoulder
And I remember now
That I am no longer the same, no longer tamed by evil. I do not kneel at a false god. I do not rot, I grow. I hold her hand as she shows me things she learned.
With just the choice to turn these are things that I have earned. And I yearn to follow her fascinated voice.
Those twisted brown eyes discern the upturn of a scientist's lips.
The water princess sighs.
Okay, maybe not today, tomorrow or even next year
But in this lifetime, perhaps nearer
Yeah, we’ll all be okay with this.
And I return to Entrapta’s kiss.