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Running through hell with Hope as my guide. Nft Art Poem-
Dear Orcs
Where hope seems lost, I run, my legs a burning cost. I look down and sense the smell Of sulfur, ash, and demon's yell.
But grateful, yes, for two powerful legs, In this fiery Hell, where darkness begs. Relentless, I run, though burned and torn, Humiliated, mocked, yet still reborn.
I fall, I stumble, I cry my tears, They boil as I look up, consumed by fears. But I smile, I get up, and I run, For the battle is not yet won.
Crashing into walls, I rise, Jump, go around, or through whatever lies. But when the beasts' glare stops me there, I say, "Get out of my way, I swear!"
Though time may pass, you'll still be here, But I won't, so I face my fear. Through storms of adversity, I fight, And scream, "Let me through!" with all my might.
Though demons rage and hellfire burns, My spirit soars, my heart yearns. I run, I run, with all my light, For hope is my eternal guide.
-by db Art by TheAiCollective.art
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