The Empire Soars On the Back of a Falcon
The empire soars on the back of a falcon,
Blinded with fame and power in mind
It preaches its principles serenaded with deception,
To the wind and ocean.
Yet peace is clutched in its claws but it refuses to open,
To open, these shapeless minds governed by false hope.
The empire soars and soars ever high on the back of a falcon,
Masked with and by deception yet peace is clutched in its claws,
Claws that anchor it down when it tries to touch the
Black star.
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