The natives on the horses they ride, and their makeshift bows and their arrowheads pointed high
The incoming American frontiers, on the opposite side, gunslinging bullets, they shoot to the sky
For their motherland, they hail, they unleash the bullets and arrows , spinning into the air
No one could imagine, that this would spark a race of nations, conquering space with spaceships rocketing in tandem
Like two bolting arrows, round tipped like bullets, pierced into space, and the astronauts with it
The sky wasn't the limit, they hovered there, then the blazing arrow plummets,
The only limit was peace, an atomic collision, like an arrowhead, was the spaceships summit
How it pierced the earth, and destroyed everything from it, the arrow broke earth, and disgusted all that was above it
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Octovo Libra
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