About Me

Through hail of missiles, storms of hot lead

I have flown and battled

Hellish plasma fire and slicing beams of light
Threaten to cripple my machine of war

Through articulator failure or destroyed thrusters
I shall continue to fight
Rended limbs, an exposed cracked core

My machine may stand still at last

Through repairs brought new life and death
The machine is born again, to battle
To fight
To win

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
For I am Death and this is My valley