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Bluelighter
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It was a day,
On a planet far away,
When a light appeared in the sky,
It seemed the right day to die,
For the grotesque creatures marching there,
With slick smooth skin and a head lack of hair,
For within their own land of troubles, work and war,
Not one had dreamed of the end in this way,,
The light shone down so bright,
As to melt the skin of those looking on in fright,
And when the streets of that planet far away lay clear,
The light came down to see what it had found,
There on that planet far away with the now scorched ground,
Mechanical legs planted firmly in the soil,
To crush any opposition still worth the toil,
A door opened and out stepped a four appendaged creature,
A flag of fifty stars and thirteen strips it was holding,
Stood out to the eye as a distinguising feature.
I think I will expand on this poem in the future.
On a planet far away,
When a light appeared in the sky,
It seemed the right day to die,
For the grotesque creatures marching there,
With slick smooth skin and a head lack of hair,
For within their own land of troubles, work and war,
Not one had dreamed of the end in this way,,
The light shone down so bright,
As to melt the skin of those looking on in fright,
And when the streets of that planet far away lay clear,
The light came down to see what it had found,
There on that planet far away with the now scorched ground,
Mechanical legs planted firmly in the soil,
To crush any opposition still worth the toil,
A door opened and out stepped a four appendaged creature,
A flag of fifty stars and thirteen strips it was holding,
Stood out to the eye as a distinguising feature.
I think I will expand on this poem in the future.
