Vickerfly, flying high,
Through the flames, he'll never die,
Sly as a moth with a battle cry,
No one left to say goodbye.
He’s not the one to live or lie,
Fast as a bullet, spry and dry.
The world can crumble, nations fry,
Vickerfly keeps pushing, always nigh.
He came out of the shadows, no need to pry,
With a burning gaze in his bloodshot eye,
Vickerfly rides with a scream to the sky,
A devilish grin, he doesn’t ask why.
Vickerfly's nearby, ready to notify,
The world will burn, as the flames intensify,
He’s the storm that’ll petrify,
Crushing foes, no need to qualify.
With a scream to the darkened sky,
He resupplies, never asks why.
To solidify or to die,
Vickerfly, the legend that won’t die.
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