What kind of celebration is this?
Which hosts of heaven abort their children so carelessly,
forgetting to teach them to fly?
O, you winged creatures of the crueler, finer qualities,
Climb back inside your father's womb.
Climb in and hide from our wolves and their appetites.
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I don't know where to begin in interpreting this... I don't think I'm pleased about this.
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