They boarded the ships.
They left for Mars to live in the red sand.
There was no room for useless machines.
They will live and die in the red land.
The light age was pure..
We no longer had fears.
Such new technologies.
Extended our lives by 300 years.
After 500 years of peace there was a strange hum.
Our guardians of light deactivated.
They were responding to a foreign transmission or a frequency.
Our saviors had been incapacitated.
A second attempt by our invaders was made.
A new hum sang across our skies.
Our light guardians had awoke.
With dark corrupted minds.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
They boarded the ships.
They left for Mars to live in the red sand.
There was no room for useless machines.
They will live and die in the red land.
The light age was pure..
We no longer had fears.
Such new technologies.
Extended our lives by 300 years.
After 500 years of peace there was a strange hum.
Our guardians of light deactivated.
They were responding to a foreign transmission or a frequency.
Our saviors had been incapacitated.
A second attempt by our invaders was made.
A new hum sang across our skies.
Our light guardians had awoke.
With dark corrupted minds.
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