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Spinning overhead, into the night
Whispers of sounds, quite loud

Growing still, in the approaching light
Waves of words, screaming, from clouds

Twas a galaxy filled, with millions of stars
Awhirl, chasing life, in the skies

Through the heavens, in search of Mars
On course, for a perilous demise

Misunderstanding, these creatures
Thought terror was on the attack

Unleashing their cold, deadly features
War broke out, turning skies into black

But, not even the blasters could guard
When worlds clashed, without hesitation

A galaxy of starlight, endlessly charred
There was nothing left, of this alien nation



April Writing Prompt:  Galactic garble blasters – Day 13/30

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