Stars
By Jessica Orr
if you are reading this,
something happened
this very day;
you must be special,
as who speaks english
in fatherland-occupied
america?
______
I am the last time-soldier
from 1973,
as the last facility fell
to the german states of america,
from the ashes of the former US.
______
at the bottom of this paper
is the code to be-
a formula stolen from 1943;
my unit was there,
under guises of storm-troopers;
it was a code to conquer the stars.
______
we fell back to a supply room
as we were pinned-down
the code in my hand...
and I knew its secrets;
I am the hands of old gods,
a black mass I celebrated
as I melted the enemy soldiers.
______
You are special, my reader;
thank you for freeing me
from that day...
as I betrayed the other
time-soldiers,
as this power is now ours again.
(dont be afraid sweetie,
as it will only hurt for a minute)...
if your a minor officer with the SS
(we will rule the world in 6 days)...
if your from a future of peace and love
(we will find you and slavery.
will be wished for)
if your from 2015 on Facebook
or perhaps our servant website...
( i give you a gift to stop reading
now or you will be mine)
_______
I think your amazing.
here, hold my hand;
we are off to that light,
sorry sweetie
it's going to hurt
forever (I lied)
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Gdghhb&_))°[[]
Author's Note:
I've been writing alot of these lately. Some type of phase I guess.Comments on "Stars"
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A former member wrote:
Wow just wow, that's an amazing poem. i'm too blown away to say anymore.