Earth gives us our safes to lay, though stillness seems a creeping grave. Under terror, stay crouching down, be still at once, these rising men.
We had it made, because we were the ones that passersby thanked in prayer and people of power relied on our wings. A country saddled, rides. It was on our backs, this weight is what guides the guardians of war.
Run for your lives. Sharp and straight paths we decide. Fear's the wind that pushes on and only feet that fly come home.
What have we become? Animals with guns, a darkness that grows at the sight of others' bones. Take comfort in this moment, oh, my warrior.

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