Comets taking a self guided tour
So many to drink in without a slur
Mystical and genuine, both are a plenty
Antares is a fundamental of my entity
The only commonality is their drawings among the stars
As Tellurians, we claim many of them are among ours
Signs are clearly visible in the clear night sky airs
Are six and two totally opposite sets of pairs?
Perhaps all are well read bibliomaniacs
That pledge allegience to the zodiacs
Sunny beautiful day
Perfect for the tiny white cloud’s stroll
Out it went the vast skies soaring
Gentle breezes indifferently surfing
Tellurians from burning beams shielding
Like a mother her child protecting
Down on rostrums foxes standing
Cunningly their speeches delivering
Their most vicious words speaking
Deadly venomous thoughts spreading
The world indiscriminately rumpling
Wrecks and shambles behind leaving
Innocence, equity, forever routing
Wretched zestless zombies listening
Wage tethered minds in decadence indulging
Black in anger the white cloud’s face turning
Wrath in deluge on earthlings pouring
At cleansing souls candidly aiming
More to the piteous misery adding.
More modern slaves thus generating.
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