Who will be the first to weaponise space
Surely the ultimate victory
Will create a new superior race
Rule over the twenty first century
The eagle, lion, dragon and bear
Dominate the oceans and the land
They have total control up in the air
But in the vacuum no ones in command
From necessity rise invention
For life we do unconsciously strive
A savage and brutal creation
The wrongs outweighed by the need to survive
Old ways will end and new ways begin
Awaiting are stars by the million
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