It turns out
we are not going to die.What was coming
is not coming.Their heat-rays
have not incinerated wholecrowds of earthlings.
Their great machines—there are no great machines.
The children are safe asleep.It turns out
we are never going to die.
War of the Worlds
Dave Lucas
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- July 6, 2018
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