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Minerva

She calls down from the T.V. tower

I alone cry

My pale mistress

Come with us

Blood still hides in the shadows to remind us

I know we’ve been forgotten

We’ve been abandoned

We’re on our own

T.V. tower stands alone

Overlords enter homes

Trample the bones of our neighbors

Ignite the homes of old lovers

Friends…

This future war never ends

T.V. tower bends

Lends a frequency ear

For the end is near

She’s finally here…

My pale mistress

Come stand with us…

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