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On an open field they would land magnificent godlike machines like fortresses they would stand as if built there by ancient kings reaping profit off villagers’ toils Shaped like cones They were layered like ships Having decks for each purpose And openings only where openings were needed The top decks were ventilation Huge propellers circulated the air Also They were used for steering Like top mounted rutters and blades Cutting the air Allowing the crew to breathe On the middle decks Even when they went into space The lowest deck held the great magnets Powered by inductive force A manually produced electricity Enabling the ship to repel Any surface on Earth or moon And hover like a carion bird Waiting for its prey to die One day There were hundreds in the sky Magnificent temple like structures A mystery how they would fly But they ruled the air Like gods Wielding invisible fire And reversing The forceful pull from the Earth In the streets men would fall to their knees in thousands food and water would spoil in minutes infected they did not have time to pray before buildings would crumble yet there was no fire only a blast and oblivion to follow
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
Vimanas In The Sky
On an open field they would land magnificent godlike machines like fortresses they would stand as if built there by ancient kings reaping profit off villagers’ toils Shaped like cones They were layered like ships Having decks for each purpose And openings only where openings were needed The top decks were ventilation Huge propellers circulated the air Also They were used for steering Like top mounted rutters and blades Cutting the air Allowing the crew to breathe On the middle decks Even when they went into space The lowest deck held the great magnets Powered by inductive force A manually produced electricity Enabling the ship to repel Any surface on Earth or moon And hover like a carion bird Waiting for its prey to die One day There were hundreds in the sky Magnificent temple like structures A mystery how they would fly But they ruled the air Like gods Wielding invisible fire And reversing The forceful pull from the Earth In the streets men would fall to their knees in thousands food and water would spoil in minutes infected they did not have time to pray before buildings would crumble yet there was no fire only a blast and oblivion to follow
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
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