On the other shoreline

Tubes protrude from cocooned crusader

Marooned invader wades away through

lands deemed deadly

He beamed through medley of meteors

meeting more than a race of all fours

Of all flaws ignored across four floors

supported by whores of Orion

Defiantly they fly on

dropping their missionaries one-after-one

Be gone, simian swan song

You are painfully wrong

in thinking you could be long

lived, belong in a gifted, gold gilded universe

As moon reversed across sallow sky

So to cursed man, I ask only ‘Why?’

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