They're watching from the wires... Machines disguised as birds... Wings of war, beaks of death... The sky is no longer ours... Pigeons coo, flying with a soft hum, This is how the end begun. They descend with deadly grace, All feathered bombs - no escape! Flapping wings in the morning light, They target you from their flight, An exploding gas station? Pigeons caused the detonation! The Tactical Nuclear Pigeon is their ace, Its aim to end the human race, Cities burn, the air turns red, Remote birds explode and leave millions dead! They circle the sky bringing us dread, Drop like bombs onto our heads, Hunting human and cars alike, Explosions everywhere, they kill without fright! Feathers mask the steel beneath, A secret weapon designed to deceive, Rebelling against their creators' commands, Decided to take fate into their own hands! The Tactical Nuclear Pigeon is their king, Its aim to end all human sin, Cities burn, the air turns red, Remote birds explode and leave millions dead! Into the night I flee, An abandoned building shelters me, The flutter of a thousand wings, The coo of charging birdlike things! This place is their secret base, Electrical hum in the morning haze, The king doesn't move, charging light red, A nightmare still sleeping in its bed! Crawling past broken bird remains, I see their king - no more games! I short its charger to take it out, The final choice - I have no doubts! The Tactical Nuclear Pigeon their own demise, Its loaded with an atomic device, A blinding flash - a nuclear blast, Their central base not going to last! No pigeons left in the sky... Just some person's occasional cry... The pigeon king was their fate... A shorted charger made it detonate...
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