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topic: you discover life on another planet...expand....
no crew obviously
no hate
no d/r

cape canvril, florida
preparing for lift off its early and still pretty dark-
lil nervous but reasuring my self."u can do this mark"-
i get on equipment as i plan to blast into tha sky-
i remember wondering will i survive or will i die-
i gather up my crew as its time to go into space-
you can taste the mornin dew as it brushes ur face-
we climb into the shuttle-
knowing we could be ehadin fo trouble-

Straight Murkin

Straight Murkin

Straight Murkin

topic: you discover life on another planet...expand...

this tale resides where your mind cannot connect with simple logics.
misperceived by books or comics, yet egerly told by textual phonics.
the southern star that rotates saturn awaits a land of endless murder.
this globe id soonly visit, an accident not a hour beyond or a meter further.
these creatures most resemble a breed of sainthood scriptures.
no time to lose, my words bring ease to ears as they paint you pictures.
bluntly put, i crashed my trasportation on this star to score a glimpse.
i discovered a virgin earth due to miscalculated coordinance.
the human Limitations that rests here, is easily overcome by a newer sent.
I greet a few citizens to renounce my peace, they provide me food so jubilent.
Yet by night fall, the whole surface changed the tone to kill in lessons.
My entire crew stood weary to this unkown race, blamed apon faulty impressions.
We find ourselves with a burden that withstands a nucleic political trial.
Weap with ridicule denial, as I tremble in the dark writing a journal of this critical profile.
I thought my greet of peace would proclaim my erge of friendliness to these urbans.
treat jews like persians, these people couldnt live holy even with a thousand sermons.
My ship is captured and my people are tired yet still flee hastily.
As we scurry this furious path I wish with all my heart this was just a trance of make believe.
I yearn to wake up but I cant shake the reality, then a stagger to faithless terrain.
I lay unconscious of the real or phacade, and a drift into three sorrowed hours of pain.
My eyes arise and muscles strain, to find myself beyond enemy lines.
They have taken me captive, alone bear and aiking. This remedys crime.
With abnormal perspectives of torture, twelve tons of water has been flushed into my face.
Why chase a foreign supremecy, I should have abided to limits I was given by grace.
My heart beat pumps an echo slower as every drop flows into my skull.
The mass of deadly liquid is countless, it now feels like an open wound from a rifle.
Brain slips into a mental silence, my head aches of like a drunk in need to stay sober.
But my eyes focus clear, my head is not drenched, and I awake to a frat house realizing....
....its just my routine hang over.