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By Tehn Dencies Published about 22 hours ago • 1 min read
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Tell aliens in outer space

there’s still some hope for Earthly race.

Transmission sent in proper meter

is wished no rule by vicious leader.

And subtle as the cues may seem,

cynical words they seem to gleam,

for none else such does quite apply

the hidden meaning for some guy.

It’s talked of certain super group…

A meeting meant to wake the troops.

Then why the ban the magic arts

the spells of which DON’T sting like darts?

For isn’t it a simple law

that energies from which are drawn

can’t be created or destroyed.

So why not goodness just employed?

Strange theories constant crossing mind.

Attempt to altar space and time.

Another might think one would learn

when fire played, fingers will burn.

When fingers burn, then fire plays

put on repeat for several days,

revised to maybe fix a note…

On second thougt, keep how it’s wrote.



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In Turn, the Future will take Hold in You...

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    Written by Tehn Dencies