Last Stand
Waiting
for the sparking breeze,
the signal to descend.
Desperate to complete the cycle,
one life at a time.
Our existence's sole purpose
demands our demise;
So be it.
The signal comes through,
we are ordered to our death.
The rush of air,
the stillness of time
reassure my anticipation.
Steadily
charging down to earth.
Greedily
descending upon the enemy.
Slowly
stretching my morality.
Quickly
dying from the inside out.
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