In the hive there is movement
for one of their kind has found the silver cross
just a scout of the second level
but the hive was deemed active and all took flight
Some of the first ones found the scout
and did beat on him asking where whom and why
but the scout did not fear loss
for glory he died for the silver cross
So many miles away
where all was good and gay
the children of light
did hear of this plight
and did send
all angels ends
the last glory
the test of nature
A machine of her light
blessed to heal yet fight
a creature of darkness
who would enthral some and delight
It coughs and splatters another page
it does state it's still somewhat alive
and goodness it's come here
to destroy the bastardises of the hive
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
In the hive there is movement
for one of their kind has found the silver cross
just a scout of the second level
but the hive was deemed active and all took flight
Some of the first ones found the scout
and did beat on him asking where whom and why
but the scout did not fear loss
for glory he died for the silver cross
So many miles away
where all was good and gay
the children of light
did hear of this plight
and did send
all angels ends
the last glory
the test of nature
A machine of her light
blessed to heal yet fight
a creature of darkness
who would enthral some and delight
It coughs and splatters another page
it does state it's still somewhat alive
and goodness it's come here
to destroy the bastardises of the hive
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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