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I am the Azure Dragon of the East,
There are some who argue that I am the strongest saint beast.
I am the mighty God of War,
I am the Lord of Thunder,
With one blow I could tear Heaven and Earth asunder.
Yet I think that my poweress is hyped a little too much,
For when my people suffer I cannot offer a healing touch.
I am guardian of a dying land,
Yet in their darkest hour I cannot lend a helping hand.
I can shower them with powers that would cast other men to shade
Yet I cannot help them rectify the mistakes they made.
To their agony I am nothing more than a silent spectator
Can I then be called a guardian, a benevolent benefactor?
I suppose it is as the Creator said,
We are all prisoners of the rules we made.
For it is ordained that despite our fabled poweress,
My brothers and I can never step outside our sphere.
And in the world of which we are guardians
We can never interfere.
And thus we exist,
Creatures of unparalleled power, beauty and grace.
All powerful …
Yet …
So powerless …
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