science fiction
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In a dystopian nightmare Force is the order, Batons and guns are displayed For those who don’t play the game, Amy style police enforcers Patrol the streets looking for anarchists, Or any dissenters or subversives, People disappear in the night Dragged from their homes and taken from sight, In this dystopian nightmare The government no
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The no man lands of Neptune Leave me isolated and alone, Yet the caves are quiet a different tale They hide secrets like underground lakes, And life yet to evolve and wake, There are caves carved into great halls and corridors, Where once other species roamed, Within the planet of Neptune We discover things unseen,
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Living life within the mango trees In the swamps of the jungles where I breathe, The steamy heat causing my perspiration These are the jungles of a distant world, I hear the songs of unusual birds Chirping eulogies of sad lamentations, That sound beautiful in isolation, Yet among all of the mango trees On a
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She lost her mind A long time ago, When travelling the galaxy Meeting persons unknown, Instilling rebellion Wherever she did go, Until one day, in a dark zone The captured her, And tortured and brutalised her They took joy in abusing her, That’s how she lost Her stable and sane mind, But that was when
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I hear nothing but echoes In the black, ebony spacial void, I am it appears so alone In this infinite canvas of stars, No matter whether near or far The echoes remain here all the same, But then images then come into frames Different planets and galaxies, A host of moons surrounding me Then a
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Distant cosmic jungles Of a far off place, A distant planet Of rainforests and heat, Under the glow of a solar light I hear the drum beats, Of a native tribe I have no map nor a guide, Over the alien treetops I glide, I see the humid steam rising The prismic colours are suprising,
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She woke to find herself on the floor of a cabin, The cabin was bare dark and damp She felt queasy and uneasy as if waking from being drugged, She was wearing boots, tight leather shorts and a vest Her hair was wet from the moisture, Short yet messy and she felt aches and bruises
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