My feathers and flames are of one skin Hallowed be Thy name, in the beginning there was no sin We in the ninth inning, and I'm God bodied trying to win Flying against the wind But now my shell is weightless and fireproof But the truth is I'm proof of living fire I'm not made of organics, not even wires Just felt my body light up and heard the choir See, to the common fowl the phoenix is Sire Most high of all things to ever have wings Existence is struggle, resistance is futile Meanwhile we now possess the power of ten suns To transcend and elevate into one Famine, disease and senseless dieing is done Pigeon bird got a breath left Heart beat no more Phoenix bird morph and we live off the G-Force Scream Phoenix.
[03:55:19] Yavin Four > "Men! Today, we will harvest theses moons! And with this moon goo, we shall use it to gain.....A PROFIT!!!!" *raises sword*