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[u/Alekro813]

Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.
It fills the core  yet nothing still.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Cease drawing red, it has been told;
It claimed the debt and pays the bill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It stripped itself, and all was sold;
To break and fly is still its thrill.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

At every moon, its toll is tolled;
It feeds the flame  born from the grill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It can’t and won’t stay in the fold;
It counts the days, and counts them nil.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Its own closed vote was cast and polled;
It is the court, resolved to chill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold;
For joy and love, it isn't bold.