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Satellites are falling to the ground.
The trusted don't make a sound.
What are we here for?
There are lights in the sky brightly flashing in patterns of threat.
Mr. Lazar was right.
The horizon is filled with strobes of light.
The auroras created day from night.
Losing touch with our sense of real.
This is division of splendor and loss of feel.
This isn't human.
I know this can't be human.
The ulterior are here.
The world is in an uproar.
Oblivious to the warnings and bartered by the media.
Mr. Lazar, you were so right.
The horizon is filled with strobes of light.
The auroras created day from night.
Losing touch with our sense of real.
This is division of splendor and loss of feel.
This isn't human.
I know this can't be human.
Will they devour our whole world or spit it out because of the wretched taste?
The horizon is filled with strobes of light.
The auroras created day from night.
Losing touch with our sense of real.
This is division of splendor and loss of feel.
An ocean of lives disappears from what once was home.
The trusted don't make a sound.
What are we here for?
There are lights in the sky brightly flashing in patterns of threat.
Mr. Lazar was right.
The auroras created day from night.
Losing touch with our sense of real.
This is division of splendor and loss of feel.
I know this can't be human.
The world is in an uproar.
Oblivious to the warnings and bartered by the media.
Mr. Lazar, you were so right.
The auroras created day from night.
Losing touch with our sense of real.
This is division of splendor and loss of feel.
I know this can't be human.
The auroras created day from night.
Losing touch with our sense of real.
This is division of splendor and loss of feel.
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Submitted by
childofbodom151 On Jan 10, 2012
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