The touching felt lifts off,
Using its pollen plain as a runway.
Rocket ships are taking crash landings on familiar planets,
Leaving Invisible smoke,
Invisible debris,
Invisible shrapnel.
Monarch's allies:
The Scarlet Mormon,
is at a rest stop,
refueling,
only feet from the transformation.
Captains take hits,
Spiraling to safety.
Blood and shit:
The secret of the two week war.
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