All the disregards and
mysterious wrong concepts
stayed inside my brain, did
I made a mistake or loss
Future weapons and grounds
are awaiting for first shot
If u made it in skies
wipe up, effort is waste
Fighting for freedom is
ever greatest feeling
but aliens resist explosions
and rule on our kingdom
Hey you, correct your concepts
It's true, but not fact
mess this halo up and shake
until you get your result
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