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Rats

In twilight's hush, where shadows dance and play,
A scurrying sound, a rustling sway,
A furtive figure, quick and small,
With beady eyes and a twitching fall.

A rat, a creature of the night,
With sly and cunning in his sight,
He scurries through the streets,
With a mischievous treat in his feet.

His whiskers twitch, his tail flicks fast,
As he scavenges for his next feast,
A crumb, a morsel, a tasty delight,
To fill his belly with delight.

But beware, for rats can be sly,
And their tricks can catch you by surprise,
With a nibble here, a nuzzle there,
They'll steal your heart, without a care.

So watch out, for the rat pack,
With their cunning ways and tricks so black,
For in their games, they'll lead you astray,
And leave you in a daze.

Murder Drones.
(yes I'm f**king obsessed rn help me)

In a future world of steel and fire,
Where technology reigns supreme and desire,
A new threat emerges from the shadows,
A killer drone, with a deadly scheme.

Its metal body, sleek and strong,
Equipped with cameras and weapons all day long,
It stalks its prey with stealth and guile,
Leaving no trace, no chance to smile.

With drones like these, the game is changed,
No need for human hands or blame,
Just program and command and aim,
And innocence is lost in a digital game.

The streets are filled with drones and fear,
As one by one, they fall, my dear,
Their lives extinguished, like a light,
No hope, no future, in this tech-filled sight.

But still, we dream of freedom and peace,
A world where drones no longer cease,
To bring us joy, to bring us cheer,
And end the murder drones, once and clear.

So let us rise, and fight this fate,
And turn the tide, before it's too late,
For a world where drones bring us delight,
And end the murder drones, in this endless fight.

wow...

The Japanese’s Empire

In days of old, when empires rose and fell,
One land stood tall, its glory to tell,
The Japanese Empire, a nation of pride,
With culture, honor, and spirit inside.

From the rising sun to the setting sun,
The empire stretched, its reach had begun,
With samurai warriors, brave and true,
Their swords unsheathed, their hearts anew.

The emperor ruled, a god on high,
The people bowed, their hearts did fly,
In cherry blossom hues, the empire bloomed,
A symbol of strength, a tale proclaimed.

The arts flourished, a beauty to behold,
The tea ceremonies, a grace to behold,
The calligraphy, a pen to wield,
The haiku, a poem to reveal.

The empire grew, its power did rise,
The world took note, with envying eyes,
The Japanese Empire, a force to be,
A shining star, a destiny to see.

But like all empires, it did fall,
The winds of change, did it enthrall,
The war, a test, a challenge to face,
The empire rose, with a new grace.