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I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What is it something that you always have but you always leave behind?
What zips through the sky with a tail of fire and dust. It could be an omen, its origin to discuss?
A man went to a place on thursday on his horse, he came back 3 days later on thursday how is this possible?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.