Scapes
Scapes
The slope of wings
Stands out for me, before me
A machine that’s not a machine
I’m not saying it’s a person
Or a robot but it’s here
It assists me when needed
Passes me more ammo and maps
Helps me find my way
Keeps the enemies off my back
Till I’m at the top of the peak
With my gun ready to go
Locked and loaded on target
Finger trigger ready
For we are now at peace…
from LIZARD SNAIL 124K Nick Armbrister and other writers OUT LATE 2021/EARLY 22
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2021
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