Death On a Lonely Planet
When we landed it seemed true
That we would survive the whole month through
Then slowly one by one we died
With each morning we wanted to just get by
Until here I am the only one
The mission had caught us all undone
And I have defended the base the best I can
With each death a fight that I was not a fan
I still hear the voices telling me to kill them all
Waiting, waiting for them to return for me to end the murder call.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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