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She stood upon a mountain

Upon a vast alien scene,

Looking across the grey plains

And all the bodies that were slain,

Dressed in leather and in lace

A head in one hand a sword in the other,

She let out a cry, ‘may all our enemies die’,

She was a warrior of the cosmos

She was a warrior transcending time

She was Queen to those who followed her

Across the wide universal divide,

Feared by her goes, but loved by her people

And she dreamt of coming home

To earth, a place she’d loved and known,

Yet that was many light years ago

When lands were ruled by kings and pharaohs,

And her technology helped them so,

To build pyramids and temples,

To build monoliths and statues,

She taught them the art of war

And they’ve been waging it forever more,

But her technology was still superior

Her knowledge was still greater,

But she wouldn’t take earth by force

She’d take it by exposing all the races,

The Pleaidians and the lizard people

Who played games but who ruled,

But now she felt that it was time

For every being to know the truth,

And kneel now down before her,

In all her passion, leather, lace and grace,

Of suffer the same similar fate,

As those strewn across this vast brutal alien landscape.