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Starship
Starship, starship 'round the stars,
Command of Founders is a farce,
a slimy puddle who just talks,
convincing us that they are gods.
The warriors had killed their own,
No loyalty - no conscious shown,
The mucous was to weak to bear,
the defense, no one was to swear.
Now we are gone and we are free,
They had to stand by helplessly,
when we stole back our ships and land,
escaping from their gooey hand.