Strategically, I move

Next to you

My friend, my foe

Keep your enemies close

Deep down, I know your intentions

I know your motives

I know your past inflictions

I know your weaknesses

Even though I’m just a kid

I will defeat your sicknesses

Like the sky for the birds

I give you a place to fly

I will hold it over your head

Until your bones rot dry

I will still be here, owning the sky

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