I am

I am the Goat,
Of my own breed.
I am the soil,
Of my own kind,
I make the earth.

I am tranquil, the only human I look up to.
The only thing that matters.
Shake me? The world won't dare!!!
For, I am a powerful force.

I fight with intention,
I roll with abstraction.
I Tiptoe on the route to my destiny,
And strike with assassination.
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