Selana
Selana
She strapped on her warplane and flew away to fight
Russian jets being the enemy to be hit
Her missiles were old like her plane
But it was a good one well built
Serviced by her mechanics to perform
When ordered to do by her
She the tip of the spear just a gal
Reason I love my mistress the pilot
Defending our nation each and every day
She already shot down four or five planes
She told me it’s confusing being in combat
Things happen fast beyond comprehension
It’s comparable to driving a racing bike
I think but I’m a hacker and don’t drive
I get into Russian and Red Chinese systems
Do my art and war that way to defeat them
It focuses me while my gal is up above
Keeping us all safe from enemy actions
I want to tell the world but we cannot
We must remain a secret what we both do
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