Cinnamon


We were the cinnamon in the brew,
The ones they were looking for
In the long lists they threw
Unknowingly in our faces.
We changed the flavor of the whole,
And knew it tasted true
As they told us our roles,
Only the ones that they knew.
Now some of us looked back,
But those who followed the track,
Were licked by the flames,
But felt no eternal chains.

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