My expression is cold
in the ships main hold
our shields are low
with enemies close at toe
another heavy blow
makes us shake and roll
Michael falls below
bellowing "Geronimo!"
the screens twitching and glitching
an incoming transmission
there in my vision
is evil's definition
commander Doug and his fleet
baring dog-like teeth
he opens his mouth to speak
words of defeat
at the end of his soliloqy
he says, "Rest in peace"
yet I'm at ease
cuz of what's up my sleeve
outnumbered extremely
my crew members squeaming
dont change your TV screen please
to see my victory
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