Written from the perspective of a prisoner of the Galra.
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Day to day
Fairness is instead foul.
A meaningless gesture
a nocturnal scowl
Eve and dawn
Foulness now fair.
An end to the pain
to anyone, it will scare.
If I could predict
What hope there could be
No longer would I worry
I have these scars, see?
The Generals Wander the Halls
Observing my every move
A useless bag of flesh
I've nothing more to prove.
Leave me alone
I wish to be free
They're galra. I'm human.
What do they want from me?
Should I escape
Or become free
I want to hear a form of
"I no longer require thee"
Captivity is torture.
Every prisoner does know
After all, only we fear
That familiar burning body glow.
Death by fight
Or attempt of flight.
Here, Only the galra succeed.
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