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they came from the mountains covered in snow,
hovering above while we hide down below,
scanning with beams that see in the night,
sometimes they shoot flashing a laser light,
someone screams as more shots burn away their skin,
previously our military fought but could not win,
now our only defense is to hide until they leave,
a hope for something more in life that is to believe,
as they search overhead a shadow of their size,
hearing a low rumble of an engine as it flies,
i dont know what to do being all alone,
as times passed so much i have grown,
shall i just walk out and let them shoot me dead,
or continue to wait for my death instead.