How's this for revised?
The Falcon, watcher of the skies, gifted with the talents equal to humanity's greatest warriors.And yet all the world the falcon frequents can potentially blind a mind or lead a spirit into nothingness.Feasting for the purposes of self interest, dropping our waste on what we believe to be the lesser, and boasting of our superiority build lasting foundations in our minds that can ultimately sanctify security when we too roost with angels. But who is blind the falcon who selects his next meal without malice or contemplation. Or is it the mice who unknowingly frequent the grounds in which their overseer selects his sustenance. An unknown fear rests in the hearts of the mice a falcon sweeps to feast on, morally constructed in a way deemed functional in the eyes of God. There are aspects of life that are unbearable to some and most definitely for all the right reasons, for the mice that pause for their fallen there is no justice. What form our symbols take is begotten by self experience and more formally rectified in our actions, whether we choose to hunt or not. We see things in life sometimes we don't ask to see, sometimes death, betrayal, premonitions, and otherwise misfortune frequently under the skies. These visions are absent from the mere mice, in that their ignorance of the cycle ensures their absence of foretelling or contemplation. I myself have pleaded with God to take away these painful memories, on the wings of fleeing angels, through the clouds the falcon frequents. The same falcon that soars above the clouds, above the justification that life share any ounce of fairness. The same influential power binds our awe in heroes and seeing those who rise above great tremors to secure justice, and sacrifice. Advice I have come to understand means nothing to both the mice and the falcon, but advice nonetheless is the adherence to the awesome clemency that our time is limited. A falcon professes its freedom in the skies and its valiancy in the clouds, to both see the angels and be reminded of hell below in the mice. Yet the Falcon who knows death, knows he is not infallible of such a sentence. For the falcon places its nest high. And simply pulling on the heartstrings of the fallen to solidify a mind that is both the culmination of heaven and hell can burn a lasting symbol in the eyes of ones enemy. But yet the mice absent in this understanding cannot rise. For once they realize they know more of the world on the ground then the falcon in the skies, then and only then will they become something greater.
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