The tenth planet's cons created by Foxybro101 10 years ago

Bloodied and beaten, still alive, there goes the empire, still in a thrive. The colonies are nothing, but sheep in a fox's den, when will they listen, when? When? When? Guns still talk, while cheese is eaten, men are dying, colonists are beaten. Death called their names, giving 'em no chance, fighting for their lives, and the government gives a prance. The birds are the first to fall, Rebels get bigger, and tall.
Dropping, 'n flopping to their doom, grenades in a building go boom. The president's lost, then goes the frost of impending of whom would come soon.
The planet's corrupt, marines are cupped into a conscription's trap, but what's with all that?
Will help arrive, turning the tide, friends on my side into depths of our world, and to fire it furls. They will get revenge, burning the land, the Rebels,why yes, flaming the place until its tanned.
Assassins are doing what they can, getting chopped in war's over-sized fan.
Why can't do what has to be done, nothing will resolve with just a gun. It's fun, seeing the sun, fallin' and ballin', back down to the surface.
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