My Power.
My power.
VVVVRRRROOOOO FFWWWOOOOOMM WUUSSSSSHHHH
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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