by Unknown
Oct 2010 281 Views 0 comments
The final countdown
Stop, who are you
What's that in your hand
I've come here to inform you
This is no longer your land
You've ignored all the signs
No longer do you have a grip
We control your minds
You can't stop our ship
Look into our lazers
Some may call them eyes
We have built in tazors
Something you humans despise
You don't have to worry about work
with destruction you did flirt
the countdown has begun
What's that in your hand
I've come here to inform you
This is no longer your land
You've ignored all the signs
No longer do you have a grip
We control your minds
You can't stop our ship
Look into our lazers
Some may call them eyes
We have built in tazors
Something you humans despise
You don't have to worry about work
with destruction you did flirt
the countdown has begun
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Posted: Oct 2010
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