Americans in Antarctica,
Flies into frame is a Norwegian helicopter.
Circling the camp,
Trying to kill a dog that's gone full on vamp.
Many mysterious things begin happening,
Just what was in that giant ice block bath thing?
Burnt up flesh and bone,
These men are so far away from home.
Autopsy on a mangled and unhuman body,
Assimilation complete and a high probability.
An alien creation,
Infection and infestation.
People turning against one another,
A blood test will reveal what is under each fleshy cover.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: June 11th, 2024 01:10
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Comments1
Ahh, we know these things. Aliens are no mystery to you and I. We know it's the mother-in-laws! heehee.
Haha, aliens in disguise.
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