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Missile ( a metaphoric poem)

I waited in the darkness

Still
Quiet

I felt a rumbling

Awake
Light

I was born into the cruel world

Flying
Fast

I have a singular purpose

Controlled
Directed

I aim for my goal, unwavering.

Target
Impact

I feel nothing as I leave this world

Heat
Explosion

And my short existence has made an impact

Justified
Satisfied

Though others may hate my life, not understanding, it was mine to live.

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