All communications are cut
all that we are is changing
we have been called to port
this will be our fair well salute
Ethiopians with books holy
do lay them about our feet
as the sky does turn dim
here comes our black fleet
Kneeling down he said his his God of hate
all talks had broken down, no more time to negotiate
standing up he grabbed the bomb that was on his bed
and with the care of a butterfly strapped it to his body
Then from the he adorned his body armour
got the guns from his sports bag and out the door he walked
heading down to Capital Hill, he shot people as they ran
on his radio he contacted the other four same destination heading
Through his Eva carbon helmet he could hear distant gun fire
then from the air a helicopter came to hover in front of him
he pulled out his mini tactical high energy laser from his backpack
and with a smile on his face, aimed it and shot the mother down
From behind he felt high velocity shots hit his armour
he fell to his knees and spun around and saw the troops
with a steady arm he shot a hyper din sound device
all that was left of the enemy was melted metal and ash
Getting up he marched on, across the green lash grass
he heard a message on the radio to activate stealth shields
switching the device on and laughing
the field was open to demonstrations of their power
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 11:08 AM UTC
All communications are cut
all that we are is changing
we have been called to port
this will be our fair well salute
Ethiopians with books holy
do lay them about our feet
as the sky does turn dim
here comes our black fleet
Kneeling down he said his his God of hate
all talks had broken down, no more time to negotiate
standing up he grabbed the bomb that was on his bed
and with the care of a butterfly strapped it to his body
Then from the he adorned his body armour
got the guns from his sports bag and out the door he walked
heading down to Capital Hill, he shot people as they ran
on his radio he contacted the other four same destination heading
Through his Eva carbon helmet he could hear distant gun fire
then from the air a helicopter came to hover in front of him
he pulled out his mini tactical high energy laser from his backpack
and with a smile on his face, aimed it and shot the mother down
From behind he felt high velocity shots hit his armour
he fell to his knees and spun around and saw the troops
with a steady arm he shot a hyper din sound device
all that was left of the enemy was melted metal and ash
Getting up he marched on, across the green lash grass
he heard a message on the radio to activate stealth shields
switching the device on and laughing
the field was open to demonstrations of their power
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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