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A man of Mensa fell from grace, Along with the world's population bound for space. The ship was constructed from metal of a new source. The inventor for which was known to be hoarse. Warnings had been shared. Reserves were being prepared. Rumours ran amuck. Confidence became unstuck. A limitless arc of man's own invention. Its potential impacts go without mention. A crew selected. No aspect neglected. Few men chose to stay behind. To the Christian faith they were all aligned. Fearful of the concept of a new life, One void of the perils held within religious strife. The day man left earth, Christians chose to stay in the waters of their baptismal birth. They stared in awe as the shuttle soared, The throttle for which was completely floored. The man at the helm possessed an incredible mind. A duplicate the centuries have made hard to find. Cogs in the ship became incorrectly tangled, And soon the thrusters were completely mangled. The ship plummeted towards the ground Screams of agony the only audible sound The whole thing crashed and burned. All were dead, no lesson to be learned. The world was left without reason. A word against Christ deemed to be high treason. Now, these void of thought own the land Sacrificial place holders for those who took a truly righteous stand.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
New Age Sacrilegious Arc (July 21, 2011)
A man of Mensa fell from grace, Along with the world's population bound for space. The ship was constructed from metal of a new source. The inventor for which was known to be hoarse. Warnings had been shared. Reserves were being prepared. Rumours ran amuck. Confidence became unstuck. A limitless arc of man's own invention. Its potential impacts go without mention. A crew selected. No aspect neglected. Few men chose to stay behind. To the Christian faith they were all aligned. Fearful of the concept of a new life, One void of the perils held within religious strife. The day man left earth, Christians chose to stay in the waters of their baptismal birth. They stared in awe as the shuttle soared, The throttle for which was completely floored. The man at the helm possessed an incredible mind. A duplicate the centuries have made hard to find. Cogs in the ship became incorrectly tangled, And soon the thrusters were completely mangled. The ship plummeted towards the ground Screams of agony the only audible sound The whole thing crashed and burned. All were dead, no lesson to be learned. The world was left without reason. A word against Christ deemed to be high treason. Now, these void of thought own the land Sacrificial place holders for those who took a truly righteous stand.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
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