Why are my wings made with metal?
Turned from earth's military manufacture
You could have designed feathers, flesh!
As I swoop - sweep scarred terrain,
I'm searching for a sprout with a signature from on high
Something created from biological holiness.
I'll take that green - plant it in my chest
Amidst the readouts and cables, it will bloom
Make me live - link my source in You.
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