I seek to write a tale,
Of the mighty healers,
That rule the hearts
Of a billion people.
They live in shadows,
But burn light
In darkness.
They rise against,
Mighty untruths,
Like waves
In a wild storm.
They're here to protect,
Thee from any harm...
There blades,
Show no mercy
To living or dead.
For they rise beyond,
Governed by the codex,
They live and die.
In the Healer's
Collective.
End
Subject: This poetry narrates an event in near future where folks from a bunch of collectives rise together to fight for justice, peace and evolution.
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