Winter Of Man

Sing we the sweet song of death
And see your icy cold breath
This is the Winter of Man
And this is our plan

Your perfect perfect Earth
Save for one one thing
You lowly humans live
And this we cannot stand
For in your place
We must have your world
So we can live us well

And Zohek smiled at Daniel, certain sure there was nothing he could do to foil their plan. They were a people too divided by their hatreds to rise on up against Sovvan superiority. A generation should be all it would take...unlike the Martians, who resisted for a thousand.

The End

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