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Silver Eagle
The eagle has grace and flair as She soars up in the clouds
Up and above them clouds she climbs as she eyes a quarry
Strong in her wing as effortless she spreads the swift is she
A silver eagle she is resplendent in glory and ethereal light
She that is spoken of in whispers in hidden cloves at night
She unravels the common as she is a silver animal in purpose
She is a capable guide in times of danger and tremulous ages
She cries out in warning as He falls on his knees and up looks
Where is the danger why my shoe do you tangle me to ground
In matters fay they say that He is charmed and the Silver Eagle
Is his constant companion across all ages and times and realms
There is talk of rumors of war known as war propaganda..
Do they not call him the One The War Propagandist Military Gen..
A General in a strive as old as time itself as mortals sought
To establish themselves in the face on a world called Earth..
He remembers the forbidden military technique the use of powers
He can taste the fleeting peace in the land and in earnest..
Daily is his prayer that he need not be called into the simmering war
That his brothers in arms need not be called to take up arms again
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Lewis Nyaga
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