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A shinning messenger, falling towards the grass; A golden sheen from the Gods of the past; This time instead a hint of red; This time the feelings of hatred and dread; Those who had come so far, driven to the edge; Can only watch in silent respite at the results of their pledge; Rocketing towards earth, his duty done; Through the whispering clouds, earning safety from shun; His mind clear of what he must do; To bring this gift to those he knew; He closes his eyes as the grounds grows close; Another shinning messenger escapes into the wind; His last thoughts a final sin; Becoming one with the earth in a deafening crash; Forever g