The Lonely March
In a far distant galaxy
Many, many miles from earth
There is a planet called Fortrex
It lies barren and hurt
The race are called Zodians
With their animal type murex
And a hideous beast
Of which they call a vodex
An intergalactical war
That we could never imagine
Ripped a race apart
Survivors left to begin
In beaten retreat
Their battered souls
March in scatter
Victims of wars goal
To their mountains they head
As they look to regroup
This proud ancient race
In battle scarred stoop
This scene all reminds us
Of histories past
Dunkirk in Europe
Through the waters they marched
A Germany beaten
As their troops march home
Many never made it
Like us, many will roam
If we moved to the next Galaxy
Made a quadrant our home
Would we be safe forever
Or forever comb
Until that time
We will live in our hills
For how long we will be safe
Before more blood spills
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