We are apples, fallen from a tree
Though times
You may not recognize me
But Dragons are heard
Over plains hot & heavy
Heaven parted
And pulled forth from the heir
A quake in the ground
A shaking of earth
Getting mother
All sorts of pissed off
And dragons are cool
When things get hot & heavy
Wings from the river
And Wings from the sky
- An AP Translation
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