Tyranids

A Poem by My 12 Year Old Son, Jake

Theresa
Endless numbers
are in their race,
the sound is like thunder
when their enemies they face.
They crush the enemy
by changing their own bods -
who are likely to turn and flee
when faced with Tyranid mods.
Devouring every cell
that can be changed to serve,
to fight them is a road to hell,
for Tyanids have real nerve!

Published by Theresa

I have lived in 8 countries on 4 different continents. I am happily married with 3 great children and a marvelous dog. I am working for a paradigm shift in the universe.  View profile

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