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After the Solar Flares
Its the year 2012 Predictions came true Earth as we know Has bitten more, than we can chew Solar flares Descended today We knew they were coming In deadly rays All it took From detection to earth Was fifteen minutes Sunburst finish The oceans have risen The flood plains reclaimed Millions have been lost Drowned, homeless or maimed Its now 2013 And our atmosphere's shattered With the polar caps melted We now must do what matters As we came to terms The invasion came Its as if they had waited For we were their gain Where they came from We do not know They are more advanced than us As we take blow by blow Paris my home city Is under water The Eiffel Tower distorted As i watch the slaughter As i look to the sky Their mother-ship hovers With fighters aplenty We have no place to cover Belongings, bodies The stench of disease As we are constantly pounded With precision and ease Our airfields and armies Obliterated to nil The human race as it stands Tastes the bitterest of pill Then in mid July We heard some news From the Atlantic deep Now Paris is viewing Three missiles Broke from the blue To their mother-ship headed All aimed and true Our navies were lost But the ships of the deep Escaped the rays While the polar flares steeped It took many, many months As the invaders were brought down To the waters we have grown used to It was their turn to drown Why they were here We still do not know For tomorrow is a new day As us survivors will show One thing we do know And we know this for sure Our world will never be The way it was before http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-11.php
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