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Feb 2015
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
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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