Fatal Era

An era proving fatal to the U-man race
As it chose to breathe in A-trade
Instead of embracing love.
You could feel it in the air though,
But for worst always,
Clench-fisted U-men
Didn't see it coming
On time.
The stale
Dirty-eyed R
And its regulate-R's
Set up Terra
On their final stopover
Through the Milky Way.
As the initial stage of Terra-mining
Went exactly to plan,
With all souls uprooted
And stuck into the time loop,
Terra-forming could then start.
And the Invade-R's
Sucked the Earth dry
Of all its water and air,
Leaving behind a
Dried-up
Barren
Moonscape
Wasteland.

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