A merchant crosses your path -
"I've got nothing, I tell ya."
Grounded firmly upon this Earth, I look to the sky, invigorated by its many forms. A great razing force, and a travesty to the clouds, is the proprietor of a great unbeing.
Witness to its forms, I shall fill the sky with powerful, inhumane wings. As they cleave through the air like furious blades, those who desecrate the sky with their hubris will know the fervor of this ground on which I stand.
My silhouette will serve as a warning of the strength in my step, the concision in my form, and the inhumanity I bear.