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Space by bugsbugs0 © 2007 A crescent moon in jewelled blackness lies and scoffs at earth-bound man, who, intent upon the skies builds his machines to probe the universe. What now, proud empty-headed fools must you strive to prowl in space before you walk sure-footed on the earth? Political unrest, world-wide pollution with no solution, and half your wealth and learning spent on plans to seek new galaxies. You will never make your peace with God Your philosophy is weak your ways are odd, Stay here on earth, lift your curse before you spread it through the universe. |
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