Clean it tightly,
I want no trace,
Don't take it lighly,
It was an important place...
Here they were killed,
The sons of Nazaret,
So much blood here was spilled,
And now we'll leave it stranded,
It will go to fantasy,
And we'll finally be clean,
The kings of diplomacy.
We're on the lead,
On a breathtaking story,
Of evil aliens from space,
Who came to control laboratories,
Not us, that's our case,
See we were the victims,
Of their totalitarian regime,
We still have these symptoms,
Explain? Let me!
Tell the story of those radical,
From the close east,
Who found it practical,
To visit us and feast,
On our broken lamps,
And on our land,
Make these devilish camps,
Which we now bury in sand,
Just look at their ground,
They still have them there,
Is this a hateful sound?
We're the ones who always cared!
Cause we are the good,
They are the bad,
Cause we are not rude,
We're just iron clad.
We'll make it right,
Cause we always loved history,
Just hold on tight,
As we burn books from the ministry
Of magic and what-not,
We fight for the left,
We'll just let it rot,
It might be called theft,
Only done other way around,
Cause you stole our spotlight,
We really love this sound,
It was the best decision in hindsight.
So in summary, my dear,
We lost, but we won.
There is nothing to fear,
But we suggest you run...
Away from Earth,
Away from our land,
Lebensraum heil,
We'll bury you in sand.
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Spiral Lights: Into the Unknown
Poetry"The healthy dead had once walked alive, only to turn a lifetime into a year. Fitting insanity into a needed tide and loom at its great love to fear. So remember the day, remember the night, Flowing, but lifeless, yet bright. Walking beside you, un...
