“War on the planet that makes it’s own gravy”

I looked across a liquid sky and there at a glance I sank into accumulated stench of centuries of cash flow The signal came from the beacon situated across the bay The time of sidereal aspirations and heaped concentrated focus was to begin Attack lanes were open, I bundled up nervously for the crossing The Holy Cross, the Iron… Read More “War on the planet that makes it’s own gravy”

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