The Flight of the Silent
Silent as a bird in flight,
brighter than a halogen light
Faster than a speeding train,
over the hill and back again
It changes everything
People Screaming
People Praising
People Looting
People Waiting
Death from above,
death from afar
So much time
so little hope
Why us?
Why now?
Who will save us?
How?

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