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Posted By: Mainevent<billygoat359@netscape.net>
Date: 5 October 2003, 5:45 AM

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Soaring majestically
Free form without a care in the world

High-flying saviors
Countrymen and Elitists alike
Aeronautical daredevils

Untapped and raw power
Warborn birds-of-prey
Falcons of fury and devastation

Lightning raiders in our slow campaign
Striking distances which our bows failed to reach
Glancing blows at an agile enemy

Pilots of mechanical marvels
Unparalleled and unstoppable my contemporary foe
It takes stacked odds to prove victorious

What makes a man is his ability to live
What makes a pilot is his ablitity to live freely
What makes an ace is his unnerving sense of duty

An ace up our sleeve
Please hope we've got one
If no, this day we will not have won

A maverick of sorts
Who's willingness to thwart
The cowardly plans they've beset

They say a savior will save us
But I've yet to find him
He on the wings of a bird so firey and furious that she can't be stopped

In the end we'll now
If it was real or for show
But for now I must go back to the job for me

Driving my bird
Restless and stirred
Flighty and eager to ride