Unlike The Last

They came from beyond the sky, in ships made of glass,
reflective and invisible, into our system, passed,
and as they descended, to hover o’er Old London town
us worthless ants looked on in awe from the ground,
then there was screaming, and panic, and riot,
though the governments did all to try and keep quiet,
and then came the transmissions, the flashes, the flares,
but no answer responded, we all just could stare—
then one day, a March spring tide,
the world grew quiet, as words transmitted worldwide,
“Help Us,” they said, “They’re Coming.”
And that’s when we realized, they had been running…

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