Egal Bohen - Apophis

My
How close you come
Into my world
With distant hum
Close shave
First pass
The second,
Well,
Thy will be done

Through keyholed gravity
Earth it seems
May then succumb
Unless
With mans machines
Of battle
Might we overcome
Your deadly run
To prod you back
Toward the Sun

This scale of sabre rattling
Is no fun
We thought in space
That there was room
For everyone
Clear off I say
Or we shall forcibly remove you
Apophis 99942
Begone!

Egal Bohen

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