Flying high

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I am a monster,
I fly high above the ground,
Nothing can touch my massive wings,
As I rain death upon the land,
Thus they come to me,
The Eagles came for me,
With their numbers to much,
I fall... This massive body of mine,
Was no match for the number of little ones,
Now I regret being so massive...

I wish to be like them, the eagle

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