To fly is to need a flight of controversy,
To be is to see the whole calamity so well;
A flightpath is chosen by expert hands and wings,
Felonies are seen down where calmness stirs.
My burning eyes spot fortunes and disasters,
Illegalities stride forbidding wrong to those
Who commit wrong that stirs like sinning of stars.
My flight is a controversy, of higher delights,
Paradise has approached the false land
And dark sky illuminates the scene with black
Violent thunder, so blank that dread has blown
The barrels of oil on the ground of guns.
To fly must approach wonder from heaven,
Where hell creates the obvious disdain.
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