Firebirds Fly Across the Sky

Firebirds fly across the sky with a fairly obvious aim. They fly to self-destruct, In one unending chain. Their wings are like stumps. They've never flapped once in their lives. Sharpened tubes are flying, heralds of savage fear. Like little nails, into thin pores it drives in with a piercing howl. Like rats escaping down their burrows, the goyim have to hide. To some invisible force their mind's been subject since birth. Under the guise of lawful violence and a thirst to take it all at once it steers those flocks to wipe the living off the land. As soon as the firebirds tire, it shifts the course of their flight. The artificially made bird doesn't know the code of the data it seeks. It was born to become a killer of insects that walk on two legs. Such mistakes of nature are now something like traditions. Alas, they'll never know freedom, the firebirds flying in the sky.