This was gonna' be a story but I struggled not gonna' lie
So instead I figured a poem - a few words, a few might even rhyme
As night falls, it's getting towards that time
When dark and scary monster things, come out and live their best lives
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Can't control 'em either, their mojo's beyond tech
Put your laptop and smartphone down, they're useless I suspect
Can't even fight the fuckers either, unless you've got skills to wreck
These demonic evil fuckers - but evilness is sometimes hard to detect
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So yeah unless you've got those skills you gotta' wait it out
And hope that come the break of dawn you n' your buds are still about
And able to dance and sing and cheer and drink and lark about
'Cos for another few hours at least, that evil's been cast out
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Tevun-Krus #91 - LunarPunk
Science FictionThe opposite of SolarPunk, LunarPunk brings us the secrets of the night under the light of the moon. Rooted in pagan mysticism and the occult, LunarPunk shows us the darker side of what might have been and of worlds beyond our imagination. Think we...
