Wings don’t work? Get better ones and ride a massive bomb that the greatest of artifice confines to a single piece of shrapnel, then come home as a meteor which lands without cracking either the ground or itself.
For my wings are made of tungsten, my flesh of glass and steel.
I am the joy of Equis for the power that I wield.
Once upon a lifetime I rise a pioneer;
Now I sing within a spaceship’s heart. And everypone shall hear!
I am the joy of Equis for the power that I wield.
Once upon a lifetime I rise a pioneer;
Now I sing within a spaceship’s heart. And everypone shall hear!
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