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The F22

A black butterfly floats on wings in the sky a deadly predator, a mote blazing in the sun before gods watchful eye

Above the gyre of war the raptor careful, dances among the billowy air like dust in a firestorm almost untouchable. a jewel of perfect lethality.

A black butterfly floats on wings in the sky a deadly predator, a mote blazing in the sun before gods watchful eye Above the gyre of war the raptor careful, dances among the billowy air like dust in a firestorm almost untouchable. a jewel of perfect lethality.

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A light On my panel, Oh fuck, as I hear the words ENGINEER what’s going on? As the airplane goes out of control I recognize the problem And lower the cabin temperature Everybody is happy. Wake me up if something happens