POV Poem

February 13, 2008
I fly up over their heads
Bringing with me fear and dread

Wind whistling by my ears
I wonder what the plan is here

It's almost peaceful as I fly through the sky
Too bad those ants don't have time for goodbyes

Nation against nation
My name is destruction


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