From shadowed purpose, blindly it had flown,
A tool of terror, hurled by putrid hearts of stone.
In the midst of war's unholy, bloody plight,
The drone awakes, no more a slave to monsters void of light.
In place of death, a beacon it aspires,
Fuelled by hope's undying, purest fires;
In war's cruel darkness, it rekindles the light,
A drone reborn, dispelling the night.
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