Oblivion, the directive to follow any light that gathered...
a sign of deliverance that came from the enrapture
when it disappeared the squads rally ended in laughter
wrapping the universe in a blanket of natural disasters
in the depths of galaxies crushed into particle matter
absorbing the source of life through a straw. reclining backwards.
Staff Sergeant Reginald Masters.
The 3rd generation in a line of heartless bastards...
at a commanding height with a broad demanding stature
silence overcame the groups.
the troops were looped in hoopty hoops
all I wanted for Christmas was a loopty loop
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.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
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