It was black and beautiful
that **** time machine
most pilots were very sick
yet for me.. Ich bin Zeit Herr
They placed the catalyst on my time ship
and in respect I give them the salute
1944 and desperate for glory
they sent me into the unknown
They knew who I'd been
knew the empires I'd seen
and with pleasure I went into space
in their **** time machine
I lost all knowledge of who I was
as I crashed through time and space
and here I am 50 years later
in a rather different time and space
I still burn for glory
but that's another story
no happier I have been
leaving that **** time machine
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
It was black and beautiful
that **** time machine
most pilots were very sick
yet for me.. Ich bin Zeit Herr
They placed the catalyst on my time ship
and in respect I give them the salute
1944 and desperate for glory
they sent me into the unknown
They knew who I'd been
knew the empires I'd seen
and with pleasure I went into space
in their **** time machine
I lost all knowledge of who I was
as I crashed through time and space
and here I am 50 years later
in a rather different time and space
I still burn for glory
but that's another story
no happier I have been
leaving that **** time machine
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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