Gliding slowly through starry sky,
The lights in the cockpit dim.
Engines and weapons out of energy,
Then I realize this is grim.
The Voinians battered my new X-300.
I tried to fight but they numbered a hundred.
The battle was terrible and very bloody,
With my pluton cannon I blew up almost thirty.
Now I coast disabled,
Without hope of being discovered.
The stars glimmer and my eyes close.
So now, it ends, drifting forever through the cosmos.
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