The crater rises above you Men labouring long hours Couldn't raise such walls That rose in a moment From across the field It was a grass-covered hill But here is where it fell Faster than men are meant to fly Look back along its path To the open sky from which it came It streaked to earth nose first With too much force to survive It disappeared Taking all who rode it Villian and hero To a smoking grave Under a grass-covered hill In a non-descript field
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