In the lair of fair, unbeknownst, where.
I could not see, but the ghost of a tare.
People gathered in fear, near, steer.
The rest wandered the halls, knocked the walls, talked the calls.
Foreign invasion, american place.
Outerspace, world face.
Americans rush in, unco.
Hide down below.
Hells wrath or fire.
Empire.
DRAFT
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