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Space Alien Baby Survives UFO Crash
Contributed by
greasefire
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Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 01:59:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
scifi
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The one who flies throughout the firmament setting planets loose
Loose from their orbits to whirl endlessly into the night
Without home or hearth and- what the hell is that?
He hears the sound of wild singing, off tune by a mile
But with life and warmth and blood
Telling of life and struggle and death and joy
Running through his veins like an underground sewer
Taking all that is evil and unfit and to be despised
The singing grows with each strident, crude note
It’s taken up and placed on the pedestals of men’s hearts
To be remembered and followed and taught
He hears and remembers and thinks
And then he sees the struggle, the force, the blood
All clad in robes of dazzling white, white to kill without pain
White to amaze and confuse and dominate without reason
Sees the brutal and cruel bite of life, the soft longing of death
Men killing and maiming, swimming desperately to remain and be
Sometimes it happens without reason and without cause
Only to satisfy the demons that haunt and terrorize men’s souls
All enters his almond eyes riding the silver stallions of light
They make him wonder and shake his green, oversized head
Then he feels the caress on his hairless skin
It warns him and arouses curiosity, announcing reality
The soft silk that slides over his flesh brings comprehension
Explaining why they struggle, why they care, and why they remain
With carefully calibrated machines he detects the heartbeat of mankind
Bloody, crude, precarious, and treasured above all things
A beat so addicting they smother that of others so that theirs will beat still louder
His machines detect but cannot explain, his skinny, fragile body understands
He turns and sees his seed, his future, suspended in liquid
Protected, nourished, free from all danger, yet limited and stunted
No potential, no possibilities, only strict plans and controls
Directed by mere thought his chariot of fire descends
The death and life, the struggle and the heartbeat intoxicate
Compelling him to join in the struggle and immerse himself in it
His chariot is wrapped in the earth’s cruel and life giving embrace
Fire erupts burning his flesh, arousing in one instant the desire to be
He smiles inwardly as the essence leaves his body never to return
But in the night, among the wreckage, the young one cries
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2004-07-02 13:59:36]
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Re: Space Alien Baby Survives UFO Crash
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by pixie on
Friday, 2nd July 2004 @ 02:15:49 PM AEST
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wow that was erm..... different :)
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Re: Space Alien Baby Survives UFO Crash
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by KiLin on
Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 02:32:23 PM AEST
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| I think it was cool, I'd like to see a sequal to that one. Thank you! |
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