My Power.


My power.


That’s what it feels like this wild rush.

Adrenaline coursing.

Power crunching.

All under my hands, my wings.

I am this monster.  An eagle, destroying, tearing and slicing.

My victim: the sky.

Nothing can stop me. Not even nature.

I defy the laws that scientists, philosophers and all thinkers create.

They are my forces  against Earth.

My fathers are proud and I am one.

I am flying this plane. I have become this plane.

I have become free.



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