From Divine Grace to American Muscle

If anyone asks
I’m a storm chaser
Looking for lightning
When clouds gather
And the sky splits
That’s when feathers fail
And friends fall
I drive after them
Pick them up
And they learn
The lay of the land
I hope this engine is worth
What I paid for it
See I need to be fast
Aside from learning the reins
Of a new form
Absent of flight
When lightning strikes
Earthquakes soon follow
Famished fissures
Hungry for the fallen
You don’t wanna know
What happens if this engine
Isn’t worth what I paid for it