Poem by Julius Glasthal
To approach such an army with curiosity,
shot down no questions asked.
To approach such a god with velocity,
left breathless with so many questions to ask.
But to find the words is not an easy task.
You wish to see him but all that is seen is a
ball of white flash.
The trick they played isn't worth anything even cash.
Because they left you to walk through the ask,
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