As I grew sick and lay down,
you thought I was weak and would perish.
Don't you know it drains strength
to grow wings?
Now I am stronger than ever,
and betraying me is futile,
as I have seen you at your worst.
I could hunt you with predators speed,
and crush you with my teeth,
but there's no need to.
The thundering storm of truth,
evoked by my wings, will do.