Those who come at us, with shovels and axes,

They slam us with iron or any metal they can find.

They try to change us, force their will onto us,

Give rise to their strength and attempt to chip at us with all they have.

How mistaken to think these acts are of consequence.

We are stronger because we are hit with harder hammers than any could retrieve in time

And we do not break,

We do not shift,

We do not relent.

We are forged by the universe

And mere mortals do not dictate which shape we will take,

Only what constitutes our souls from within can choose how we want to be moved.

We are made from the galaxies and nothing less than the limitless space can put more pressure on us than we can truly handle.

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