satellites are falling to the ground the trusted don t make a sound what are we in for there are lights in the sky brightly flashing in patterns of threat the horizon is filled with strobes of light the auroras created day from night losing touch with our sense of real this is invasion of splendor and loss of feel this isn t human i know this can t be human the ulterior are here the world is in an uproar oblivious to the warnings and bartered by the media the horizon is filled with strobes of light the auroras created day from night losing touch with our sense of real this is invasion of splendor and loss of feel this isn t human i know this can t be human will they devour our world whole or spit it out because of the wretched taste the horizon is filled with strobes of light the auroras created day from night losing touch with our sense of real this is invasion of splendor and loss of feel an ocean of lives disappears from what once was home  we have returned to harvest our crops they have began to rot and are now rendered useless to us we as their gods shall choose their fate and after much debate we have chose to rid of the crops they shall burn and we shall start from the beginning this stage is ours and they have littered it with their disgusting filth we will not have mercy for this failed project everything will burn 
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