ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀꜱᴇʀꜱ,
Gyros screaming, pistons toil.
A sun goes dark behind my HUD,
oil screaming when it meets mud.
I can’t go to sleep
unless I count sacrificial sheep -
each one a name upon my hull,
each price so my mags stay full.
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add a skeleton here at some point
27 days ago