Oceans boil, lava erupts
Trees Burn, buildings fall
People die, rader disrupts
The end of the Earth destroys them all.
The atmosphere is stripped away
As fire rains from the heavens
The humans themselves have souls to pay
The reaper sorts between Hell`s and Heaven`s
The Earth becomes blistered
The once great planet dead
Once live cities become distinctly blurred
The life of the planet away from it bled
Chunks of debris fly from the surface
As the Earth wheezes its final breaths
On this scorched Earth, no chance to resurface
Now the wasted planet is Death`s
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Mandalore`s Work
Alrightey then, basically my writings whether it be poetry, or short stories. I have done away with Republic Commando, don`t bother me about it.
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Kandosii sa Ky'ram ast, troan teroch Mando'ad a'den, duraan vi at ara'nov Vode an. Ka'rta Tor.
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