posted on Dec, 14 2011 @ 10:38 AM
A side swipe poem at secret technologies
Space Monsters 13/12/2011
Embryonic plasma, amplified and harmonised,
With frequencies from guardian stars.
Once held their kind at bay,
But they've found another way,
And now we’re over run.
Space monsters look out here they come.
Their tendrils trailing through the Sun.
Warping Earth's magnetic field,
Pulsing through the stratosphere,
With, Zap! Your dead technology.
Flying in the face of reality.
Without love or empathy.
Heading for the Human race
Space monsters full on, in your face.