Once the wars are over
Once the wars are over
and all the dead consumed,
the slimy creatures slither
back to the cold earth of the tomb.
They wonder if they’ll ever
have such a feast again,
we hope they’re gone forever:
not rehearsing their refrain.
8/5/26
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Author:
FrasMac (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2026 09:39
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Mans best friend, war.
Though we better watch out, all those machines we're training to kill, might just bite us on the bum when they become super robots.
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