Stop writing poetry
no
NO
NONONO
YOU ARE NOT A POEMER WHY ARE YOU POEMING
YOU ARE BAD WITH WORDS
The blinding gleam of a world revealed
A nation fallen, a people healed
Canisters open, revealing their worth
Tired feet breaking the surf
A band of heroes together once more
The ache of the journey, bloody and sore
A ring of stones, powers combined
To sacrifice duty for destiny's time
The elders stand in the light of the isle
The mountains and trees stretching for miles
Matoran step out of their pods, unaware
of the danger befallen a city down there
Memories gone, a life come anew
Village-huts from the ground; black, green and blue
Circuits forsaken for the peace of the earth
Ignorance, bliss, as evidenced by their mirth
Yes, a life comes anew as the old city falls
But a shadow murmurs in underground halls
Peace cannot stand in the force of a gale
The Makuta will rise to destroy and to kill
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